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 Venezuela and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Goldenarms to the punk 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nirvana,
Joensuu 1685,
Cameo,
David Bowie,
Depeche Mode,
The Monks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultra Naté,
Jesper Dahlback,
Television Personalities,
Intrusion,
Anthony Braxton,
The Zeros,
John Coltrane,
Blancmange,
Tears for Fears,
Technova,
Bronski Beat,
Ludus,
Scientists,
Alphaville,
ABBA,
Janne Schatter,
June Days,
the Normal,
Essential Logic,
Scratch Acid,
Electric Prunes,
Funky Four + One,
Q65,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Desert Stars,
kango's stein massive,
Aloha Tigers,
Fad Gadget,
The Divine Comedy,
Boz Scaggs,
La Düsseldorf,
The Doors,
H. Thieme,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter and Kerry,
Warsaw,
Curtis Mayfield,
MC5,
Pylon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Suburban Knight,
Ice-T,
JFA,
Quando Quango,
Flipper,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Charles Mingus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Delta 5,
Boredoms,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.