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 Cape Verde and from Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Throbbing Gristle,
Negative Approach,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stiv Bators,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vainqueur,
cv313,
The Stooges,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Reuben Wilson,
Charles Mingus,
Mandrill,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun Ra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Al Stewart,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter & Gordon,
Magazine,
The Selecter,
Faust,
David Bowie,
The Wake,
Mars,
The Durutti Column,
Stereo Dub,
Juan Atkins,
Bang On A Can,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mantronix,
The Cowsills,
DJ Sneak,
The Techniques,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pylon,
Smog,
Aural Exciters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
MC5,
Second Layer,
Laurel Aitken,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fear,
Ossler,
Shoche,
The United States of America,
Guru Guru,
Camberwell Now,
X-102,
the Slits,
Fat Boys,
F. McDonald,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fatback Band,
Iggy Pop,
Audionom,
Pantaleimon,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.