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 Lebanon and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
kango's stein massive,
Dual Sessions,
The Slits,
Yaz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scrapy,
Fatback Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Selecter,
Negative Approach,
Amon Düül,
Eric B and Rakim,
Surgeon,
Anthony Braxton,
FM Einheit,
Tropical Tobacco,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Desert Stars,
L. Decosne,
Sällskapet,
Aaron Thompson,
the Bar-Kays,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
OOIOO,
AZ,
Section 25,
Niagra,
the Swans,
Morten Harket,
Mary Jane Girls,
Infiniti,
The Toasters,
Matthew Bourne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Hood,
The Skatalites,
Whodini,
Black Bananas,
The Remains,
The Dirtbombs,
Eden Ahbez,
Hardrive,
Connie Case,
Mission of Burma,
Erasure,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moebius,
Scott Walker,
Black Flag,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dead Boys,
Heaven 17,
Kaleidoscope,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.