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 Finland and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Organ to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Q and Not U,
Yellowson,
Mission of Burma,
Lyres,
Visage,
Kaleidoscope,
B.T. Express,
New Age Steppers,
Japan,
Negative Approach,
The Stooges,
Barrington Levy,
Henry Cow,
Half Japanese,
The Human League,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roger Hodgson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
E-Dancer,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Swans,
Banda Bassotti,
Theoretical Girls,
Connie Case,
The Blackbyrds,
The Move,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Moleskins,
The Evens,
Nas,
Altered Images,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brand Nubian,
Talk Talk,
Faust,
Khruangbin,
DJ Style,
Andrew Hill,
Panda Bear,
The J.B.'s,
Bauhaus,
FM Einheit,
Young Marble Giants,
Lucky Dragons,
Magma,
New York Dolls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Glenn Branca,
Kerrie Biddell,
Agent Orange,
Technova,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
EPMD,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gories,
James Chance & The Contortions,
a-ha,
Wire,
Hoover,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.