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 Egypt 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Harry Pussy to the rap 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ituana,
Blossom Toes,
Television,
Sandy B,
Chrome,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cluster,
Radio Birdman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fatback Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fela Kuti,
Sister Nancy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gabor Szabo,
New Order,
Erasure,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Move,
Iggy Pop,
Jeff Mills,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Smog,
Gichy Dan,
Maleditus Sound,
Carl Craig,
Gregory Isaacs,
Maurizio,
Grey Daturas,
The Seeds,
Pulsallama,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Pus,
Chris & Cosey,
MDC,
Colin Newman,
Mark Hollis,
The Misunderstood,
The Trojans,
Bobby Byrd,
Bluetip,
Au Pairs,
Tim Buckley,
Agent Orange,
Magma,
Pylon,
Slick Rick,
Warsaw,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Skatalites,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skaos,
Oneida,
Stockholm Monsters,
OOIOO,
Liliput,
Ponytail,
Bobby Womack,
Scratch Acid,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.