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 Belgium and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ultimate Spinach to the electroclash 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
John Foxx,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Albert Ayler,
Minor Threat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Guru Guru,
Girls At Our Best!,
Steve Hackett,
Jawbox,
Pierre Henry,
Ohio Players,
Sonic Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jandek,
Ultravox,
Crooked Eye,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Doors,
Stockholm Monsters,
Whodini,
Niagra,
Dark Day,
JFA,
Gang of Four,
Country Teasers,
Desert Stars,
The Slackers,
Das Ding,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Beau Brummels,
Radio Birdman,
The Pop Group,
Newcleus,
Connie Case,
Fela Kuti,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stetsasonic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Organ,
Blancmange,
Carl Craig,
Joensuu 1685,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Divine Comedy,
the Germs,
Amazonics,
Harmonia,
Ludus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dave Gahan,
Faraquet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scott Walker,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fortunes,
Wings,
Clear Light,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.