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 Vanuatu and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Faust to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
The Knickerbockers,
Livin' Joy,
Joe Finger,
T. Rex,
Pussy Galore,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marvin Gaye,
The Count Five,
Kaleidoscope,
Model 500,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Slits,
Deepchord,
Magma,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lucky Dragons,
Yusef Lateef,
Minutemen,
Marc Almond,
The Angels of Light,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Kinks,
The Gories,
Desert Stars,
Wasted Youth,
10cc,
Warren Ellis,
Y Pants,
X-102,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jawbox,
Gichy Dan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Matthew Bourne,
Adolescents,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare,
Drive Like Jehu,
Agitation Free,
Arcadia,
Tears for Fears,
Warsaw,
Lindisfarne,
The Red Krayola,
Alice Coltrane,
Moby Grape,
Black Sheep,
The Selecter,
Popol Vuh,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harry Pussy,
Glenn Branca,
Slick Rick,
Godley & Creme,
Sugar Minott,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camberwell Now,
Rapeman,
Make Up,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.