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 Algeria and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Agent Orange to the rock 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Nico,
Vladislav Delay,
Supertramp,
Charles Mingus,
Drexciya,
The Victims,
Connie Case,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Magazine,
June Days,
DNA,
Max Romeo,
Negative Approach,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grey Daturas,
The Martian,
Lungfish,
Marmalade,
Minor Threat,
The Move,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric Dolphy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Absolute Body Control,
Blossom Toes,
New Age Steppers,
A Certain Ratio,
Ornette Coleman,
Barry Ungar,
Technova,
Swell Maps,
Swans,
Babytalk,
Lou Christie,
Banda Bassotti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eddi Front,
T. Rex,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Litter,
Morten Harket,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Inner City,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brick,
The Fire Engines,
The Modern Lovers,
Freddie Wadling,
Grauzone,
Chris Corsano,
Lightning Bolt,
Second Layer,
Young Marble Giants,
Alphaville,
Accadde A,
kango's stein massive,
Moss Icon,
The Black Dice,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.