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 Slovenia and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare 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 The Happenings to the techno 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Gregory Isaacs,
A Certain Ratio,
Tres Demented,
Pulsallama,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Evens,
Morten Harket,
Scott Walker,
Public Enemy,
Babytalk,
The Grass Roots,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hardrive,
Khruangbin,
D'Angelo,
Section 25,
Unrelated Segments,
Soulsonic Force,
Gerry Rafferty,
Trumans Water,
Procol Harum,
The Saints,
Roger Hodgson,
Amon Düül II,
Talk Talk,
Stiv Bators,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DJ Sneak,
Chris & Cosey,
Erykah Badu,
This Heat,
the Bar-Kays,
China Crisis,
The Five Americans,
Franke,
Jacques Brel,
The Invisible,
The Walker Brothers,
the Association,
The Real Kids,
Crash Course in Science,
Dennis Brown,
Lightning Bolt,
New Order,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Sherman,
Organ,
Hoover,
Juan Atkins,
The Barracudas,
Black Pus,
New York Dolls,
Pole,
Rhythm & Sound,
Drexciya,
Swans,
Jawbox,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.