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 Eritrea and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Radio Birdman to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Derrick Morgan,
Ossler,
The Cramps,
Trumans Water,
Thee Headcoats,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang Green,
The Gories,
The J.B.'s,
Clear Light,
Severed Heads,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mr. Review,
Vladislav Delay,
Jawbox,
Los Fastidios,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun Ra,
R.M.O.,
Patti Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
Bush Tetras,
Lakeside,
These Immortal Souls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Suburban Knight,
Symarip,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Vogues,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marvin Gaye,
Q65,
The Young Rascals,
Roger Hodgson,
Graham Central Station,
Derrick May,
Eddi Front,
The Seeds,
Black Flag,
New Order,
The Raincoats,
Procol Harum,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eurythmics,
Sister Nancy,
David Axelrod,
Peter and Kerry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Subhumans,
Rites of Spring,
Underground Resistance,
The Human League,
Alphaville,
Sound Behaviour,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.