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 Kiribati and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Blues Magoos to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Television Personalities,
Surgeon,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gap Band,
Toni Rubio,
Stiv Bators,
The Angels of Light,
Todd Terry,
Deadbeat,
Zero Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Coltrane,
Harry Pussy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
MDC,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Star Department,
Scratch Acid,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Zeros,
Alice Coltrane,
Dark Day,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultravox,
The Dead C,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Sonics,
Skarface,
Wally Richardson,
Ossler,
Scrapy,
the Slits,
The Dirtbombs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joe Finger,
UT,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultimate Spinach,
New Age Steppers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Patti Smith,
Rekid,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Blues Magoos,
Amazonics,
Depeche Mode,
Chris Corsano,
Pere Ubu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ken Boothe,
Aaron Thompson,
Aswad,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Sherman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Circle Jerks,
The Music Machine,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.