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 Uzbekistan and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 X-102 to the techno 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Archie Shepp,
Soulsonic Force,
Au Pairs,
Television Personalities,
Rotary Connection,
The Grass Roots,
The Names,
Sarah Menescal,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lungfish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skaos,
Erasure,
Aural Exciters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terry Callier,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nico,
Hasil Adkins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Maurizio,
Schoolly D,
Alton Ellis,
Steve Hackett,
Yazoo,
Smog,
Jacob Miller,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Visage,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neil Young,
Godley & Creme,
Man Parrish,
Bad Manners,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Spandau Ballet,
Khruangbin,
The Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Kaleidoscope,
Mo-Dettes,
Glenn Branca,
Henry Cow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
A Certain Ratio,
The Young Rascals,
Eli Mardock,
Sister Nancy,
Intrusion,
Letta Mbulu,
Harry Pussy,
Scan 7,
Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash,
a-ha,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Hood,
Make Up,
Barry Ungar,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.