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 Pakistan and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Red Krayola to the electroclash 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Curtis Mayfield,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Visage,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Golliwogs,
The Selecter,
Junior Murvin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Human League,
Alton Ellis,
Panda Bear,
the Germs,
Amon Düül,
Gong,
The Zeros,
In Retrospect,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amon Düül II,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marine Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Loose Ends,
Drexciya,
The Barracudas,
Quadrant,
Cal Tjader,
Anakelly,
Trumans Water,
Eric B and Rakim,
Surgeon,
Lightning Bolt,
Electric Prunes,
Rapeman,
Neu!,
L. Decosne,
Fugazi,
Vladislav Delay,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Essential Logic,
Lou Christie,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sam Rivers,
The United States of America,
Neil Young,
Skarface,
Flash Fearless,
The Wake,
Y Pants,
The Real Kids,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Wyatt,
Newcleus,
Cameo,
Guru Guru,
A Certain Ratio,
Judy Mowatt,
Tim Buckley,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.