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 Bhutan 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
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 chamberlin 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 Evens to the techno 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Wolf Eyes,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gun Club,
Depeche Mode,
Scratch Acid,
UT,
The Busters,
Spoonie Gee,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Warren Ellis,
Roxette,
Johnny Clarke,
Basic Channel,
H. Thieme,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed,
Audionom,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Junior Murvin,
Deadbeat,
Mars,
the Swans,
The Remains,
Marmalade,
Stereo Dub,
The Real Kids,
Kayak,
the Bar-Kays,
Brothers Johnson,
the Slits,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deepchord,
Erasure,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
The Evens,
AZ,
Tommy Roe,
Marc Almond,
Black Sheep,
The Standells,
Jacques Brel,
Subhumans,
Lalann,
Television Personalities,
The Invisible,
Essential Logic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Suicide,
Bootsy Collins,
Q65,
Soul II Soul,
Neil Young,
Crash Course in Science,
Little Man,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.