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 Estonia and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Ponytail to the rap 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Donald Byrd,
Mr. Review,
Sixth Finger,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Saints,
The J.B.'s,
Byron Stingily,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Junior Murvin,
ABBA,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radiopuhelimet,
LL Cool J,
Suburban Knight,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radio Birdman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Easy Going,
The Index,
Neil Young,
Interpol,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Moon,
Glenn Branca,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Misunderstood,
Vladislav Delay,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vainqueur,
Graham Central Station,
The Toasters,
Ultravox,
Ultra Naté,
Jacob Miller,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Supertramp,
Magazine,
The Real Kids,
New York Dolls,
Make Up,
Wings,
Albert Ayler,
Boogie Down Productions,
Visage,
Josef K,
Royal Trux,
The Selecter,
Kas Product,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Foxx,
Max Romeo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David Bowie,
Roger Hodgson,
Wire,
The New Christs,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.