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 Gabon and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 Hot Snakes to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mighty Diamonds,
June Days,
Don Cherry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Connie Case,
Boogie Down Productions,
Erasure,
Wings,
JFA,
Kool Moe Dee,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joy Division,
Country Teasers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Basic Channel,
Neil Young,
Pole,
Ronnie Foster,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Freddie Wadling,
The Vogues,
Qualms,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dead C,
Godley & Creme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minny Pops,
This Heat,
Sixth Finger,
FM Einheit,
The Seeds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fuzztones,
Albert Ayler,
Kayak,
Stiv Bators,
Glenn Branca,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jandek,
Janne Schatter,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare,
Lalann,
MC5,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ituana,
The Walker Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dual Sessions,
Black Flag,
Section 25,
Sun Ra,
Panda Bear,
Gabor Szabo,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.