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 Gabon and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pulsallama to the punk 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Lindisfarne,
Kerri Chandler,
Ossler,
Stetsasonic,
Vainqueur,
Robert Görl,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Star Department,
Derrick Morgan,
Flash Fearless,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minutemen,
The Zeros,
Boredoms,
Malaria!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Shoche,
Mantronix,
Jacques Brel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fatback Band,
Nas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jawbox,
Magazine,
Banda Bassotti,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Outsiders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wally Richardson,
Nils Olav,
Susan Cadogan,
the Normal,
Anthony Braxton,
Model 500,
the Slits,
The Move,
Deadbeat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Prince Buster,
Black Sheep,
Mandrill,
DNA,
Ponytail,
The Birthday Party,
AZ,
Youth Brigade,
Interpol,
Eric Copeland,
The Smoke,
Boz Scaggs,
Q and Not U,
Delta 5,
Boogie Down Productions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Monolake,
Stiv Bators,
Todd Terry,
Pagans,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.