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 Tajikistan and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Trumans Water,
Tropical Tobacco,
Babytalk,
Tommy Roe,
Buzzcocks,
John Foxx,
Arcadia,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The New Christs,
Liliput,
Jacob Miller,
June of 44,
Cecil Taylor,
Dawn Penn,
These Immortal Souls,
Marvin Gaye,
T. Rex,
Bluetip,
The Vogues,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric Copeland,
Blake Baxter,
Pantytec,
Crime,
Darondo,
Moss Icon,
Fluxion,
Y Pants,
The Mojo Men,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brand Nubian,
Crispy Ambulance,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harry Pussy,
Altered Images,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Pretty Things,
Echospace,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare,
Tubeway Army,
Rapeman,
Amazonics,
Vainqueur,
Swell Maps,
Silicon Teens,
Agent Orange,
Patti Smith,
Nirvana,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gun Club,
X-Ray Spex,
Goldenarms,
a-ha,
Pylon,
Roxy Music,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.