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 Denmark and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 Index to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Danielle Patucci,
John Foxx,
Maurizio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Symarip,
Peter and Kerry,
Icehouse,
Bronski Beat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Swans,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Green,
Maleditus Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dual Sessions,
The Birthday Party,
Sonic Youth,
The Invisible,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boredoms,
Morten Harket,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jerry's Kids,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Absolute Body Control,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lower 48,
Delta 5,
Black Bananas,
Todd Rundgren,
Flash Fearless,
Mandrill,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Barracudas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Talk Talk,
Sexual Harrassment,
Royal Trux,
Howard Jones,
Drexciya,
Skarface,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Zeros,
Rites of Spring,
Wolf Eyes,
the Germs,
Siglo XX,
Radiohead,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
B.T. Express,
Aloha Tigers,
EPMD,
Zapp,
Porter Ricks,
Sex Pistols,
The Neon Judgement,
Crispy Ambulance,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.