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 Botswana and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 L. Decosne to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
The Mojo Men,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Seeds,
The Birthday Party,
The Raincoats,
Sarah Menescal,
The Invisible,
Barrington Levy,
Eric Copeland,
Glenn Branca,
Panda Bear,
AZ,
Soft Cell,
Sixth Finger,
Schoolly D,
Suicide,
Minutemen,
Gang of Four,
Stiv Bators,
Quantec,
Camberwell Now,
Radiopuhelimet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Outsiders,
OOIOO,
The Monochrome Set,
World's Most,
Joey Negro,
Altered Images,
Sun City Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roxette,
The Flesh Eaters,
Das Ding,
Jeff Lynne,
Underground Resistance,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Moon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Anthony Braxton,
Barclay James Harvest,
B.T. Express,
ABBA,
The Five Americans,
Soul II Soul,
Crash Course in Science,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vladislav Delay,
Negative Approach,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Albert Ayler,
Bronski Beat,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Duran Duran,
This Heat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rotary Connection,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.