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 Cyprus and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 ABBA 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
The Mummies,
The Victims,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sonics,
Neu!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Swell Maps,
Subhumans,
Marmalade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sexual Harrassment,
Youth Brigade,
David Axelrod,
Basic Channel,
The Gun Club,
Dawn Penn,
Gang of Four,
Hoover,
Dennis Brown,
Underground Resistance,
Gichy Dan,
Erykah Badu,
The Sound,
Tomorrow,
Japan,
Faust,
Duran Duran,
Chris & Cosey,
Darondo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Colin Newman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bush Tetras,
Matthew Bourne,
Flash Fearless,
Sandy B,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Normal,
The Birthday Party,
Visage,
Dorothy Ashby,
Can,
Aloha Tigers,
Bauhaus,
Lucky Dragons,
EPMD,
Slick Rick,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Durutti Column,
the Germs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ossler,
Brass Construction,
The Standells,
Ultra Naté,
World's Most,
Cal Tjader,
Prince Buster,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.