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 Japan and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Michael McDonald 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 PIL to the rock 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Quadrant,
Mars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cheater Slicks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fugs,
Charles Mingus,
Thompson Twins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Red Krayola,
The Skatalites,
Lightning Bolt,
The Offenders,
T. Rex,
The Shadows of Knight,
Main Source,
This Heat,
Sixth Finger,
The Doors,
Dark Day,
Black Flag,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dave Gahan,
Nirvana,
Jeff Mills,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-102,
Jandek,
Desert Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
Loose Ends,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Associates,
Cybotron,
Fat Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Public Enemy,
Echospace,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ossler,
Guru Guru,
Aswad,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Don Cherry,
The J.B.'s,
Arthur Verocai,
Tropical Tobacco,
Zapp,
Ken Boothe,
Make Up,
The Monks,
Henry Cow,
New York Dolls,
Sound Behaviour,
Soft Cell,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.