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 Morocco and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Oneida to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pussy Galore,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Q and Not U,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Negative Approach,
Gong,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare,
Tubeway Army,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Section 25,
Althea and Donna,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flamin' Groovies,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Hood,
David McCallum,
Todd Rundgren,
Fat Boys,
Moss Icon,
Camouflage,
Joensuu 1685,
LL Cool J,
Ludus,
Man Parrish,
Patti Smith,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Green,
Inner City,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Outsiders,
Ultravox,
Dennis Brown,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Erasure,
John Lydon,
Sun Ra,
Q65,
Minnie Riperton,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Silicon Teens,
Underground Resistance,
Pantytec,
The Monochrome Set,
Das Ding,
Wire,
Arcadia,
Arab on Radar,
Shoche,
Kerri Chandler,
Wasted Youth,
Scott Walker,
The Slackers,
Ponytail,
Henry Cow,
Matthew Bourne,
The Durutti Column,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.