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 Rwanda 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Model 500 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
A Certain Ratio,
Henry Cow,
Bush Tetras,
Theoretical Girls,
Schoolly D,
Swell Maps,
Lou Christie,
Bauhaus,
DJ Sneak,
Magma,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gichy Dan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hardrive,
Toni Rubio,
Eddi Front,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cowsills,
Maurizio,
Ludus,
Joy Division,
The Zeros,
T.S.O.L.,
Ituana,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Monolake,
Echospace,
Quantec,
The Moleskins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Althea and Donna,
DJ Style,
Bobby Womack,
Can,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eden Ahbez,
The Moody Blues,
Half Japanese,
Unwound,
Barclay James Harvest,
kango's stein massive,
Wire,
Pagans,
The Fall,
Newcleus,
the Sonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Mummies,
The Gap Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Heaven 17,
Flamin' Groovies,
Depeche Mode,
Arthur Verocai,
D'Angelo,
Wings,
Cameo,
Neu!,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.