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 Colombia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Arthur Verocai to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Arab on Radar,
MC5,
U.S. Maple,
Pulsallama,
The Smiths,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arcadia,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Misunderstood,
Tubeway Army,
The Fortunes,
Swans,
Minny Pops,
Nils Olav,
Mr. Review,
June of 44,
Sparks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
World's Most,
the Bar-Kays,
Trumans Water,
Brick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Metal Thangz,
Mantronix,
The American Breed,
Fear,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Moleskins,
Tommy Roe,
Ultra Naté,
Organ,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dawn Penn,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Moon,
New Order,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oneida,
Sandy B,
Infiniti,
Bootsy Collins,
Nirvana,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Steve Hackett,
Kas Product,
Bob Dylan,
Warsaw,
Royal Trux,
Godley & Creme,
Eric Copeland,
Barry Ungar,
Peter & Gordon,
Ornette Coleman,
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.