Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Qatar and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Tim Buckley to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
Magma,
Jandek,
The Remains,
Moss Icon,
Supertramp,
La Düsseldorf,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Monks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Man Parrish,
In Retrospect,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bootsy Collins,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare,
B.T. Express,
Los Fastidios,
The Smoke,
Sun Ra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mark Hollis,
Grauzone,
Todd Terry,
Marmalade,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dave Gahan,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gun Club,
Accadde A,
Loose Ends,
ABBA,
Blossom Toes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stereo Dub,
Goldenarms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rod Modell,
Harry Pussy,
Malaria!,
Massinfluence,
World's Most,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Erykah Badu,
Max Romeo,
The Seeds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bang On A Can,
Altered Images,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Index,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter & Gordon,
Fluxion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gichy Dan,
U.S. Maple,
Tres Demented,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.