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 Malta and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Delon & Dalcan to the crunk 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Outsiders,
Bootsy Collins,
FM Einheit,
Simply Red,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arab on Radar,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fatback Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Interpol,
Sun City Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Panda Bear,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joyce Sims,
Nico,
Make Up,
Joe Finger,
Mars,
The Invisible,
Scan 7,
Masters at Work,
Eve St. Jones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Andrew Hill,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Moon,
Flipper,
The Vogues,
Black Flag,
The Trojans,
Cecil Taylor,
Camouflage,
Dennis Brown,
Echospace,
Porter Ricks,
Tom Boy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Drexciya,
Niagra,
DJ Style,
Jandek,
The J.B.'s,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ronan,
Glenn Branca,
Lower 48,
The Golliwogs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Patti Smith,
Grey Daturas,
Black Bananas,
Fluxion,
Wings,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.