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 Suriname and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Groovy Waters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
This Heat,
Davy DMX,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bill Near,
Lalann,
Black Sheep,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Buzzcocks,
H. Thieme,
AZ,
The Red Krayola,
Connie Case,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Motorama,
Byron Stingily,
cv313,
Lyres,
Skriet,
Robert Hood,
Cameo,
Sonny Sharrock,
The J.B.'s,
Minor Threat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Slick Rick,
John Foxx,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soft Machine,
Isaac Hayes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Young Marble Giants,
Camberwell Now,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Model 500,
U.S. Maple,
The Star Department,
Judy Mowatt,
Darondo,
Quadrant,
Flamin' Groovies,
R.M.O.,
Electric Prunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
James White and The Blacks,
Amon Düül,
the Slits,
Masters at Work,
Yaz,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kas Product,
Swell Maps,
Hashim,
Archie Shepp,
OOIOO,
Stockholm Monsters,
Urselle,
Althea and Donna,
Michelle Simonal,
The Pop Group,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.