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 Uruguay and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Eddi Front to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
David Bowie,
Panda Bear,
FM Einheit,
T. Rex,
Second Layer,
The Young Rascals,
Ultravox,
The Invisible,
Johnny Clarke,
Boredoms,
The Victims,
Barclay James Harvest,
Davy DMX,
Bluetip,
EPMD,
Joe Finger,
Anthony Braxton,
Sparks,
Mars,
June Days,
Bauhaus,
UT,
Alison Limerick,
The Red Krayola,
Soul Sonic Force,
Byron Stingily,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jerry's Kids,
Nik Kershaw,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dead C,
Icehouse,
Half Japanese,
Cluster,
Kas Product,
Mantronix,
Sex Pistols,
Oneida,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joy Division,
Duran Duran,
Donny Hathaway,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Patti Smith,
The Fall,
Severed Heads,
Absolute Body Control,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Circle Jerks,
Livin' Joy,
Lindisfarne,
Warsaw,
Radiohead,
Popol Vuh,
The Toasters,
The Star Department,
Gang Green,
Erykah Badu,
The Real Kids,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Holt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.