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 Sweden and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fluxion 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
The Slackers,
Derrick May,
Altered Images,
The Slits,
John Holt,
Alphaville,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kenny Larkin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Residents,
Jacob Miller,
Television,
Moby Grape,
the Human League,
The Cure,
Bronski Beat,
Archie Shepp,
Malaria!,
Surgeon,
Popol Vuh,
Au Pairs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Massinfluence,
Sun Ra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Steve Hackett,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lee Hazlewood,
Carl Craig,
The Pop Group,
Symarip,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Soft Cell,
Visage,
H. Thieme,
Kaleidoscope,
Bootsy Collins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fad Gadget,
Pagans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tommy Roe,
Todd Terry,
Rosa Yemen,
Warsaw,
Black Moon,
The Doors,
Sonic Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
OOIOO,
10cc,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Names,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Index,
Mo-Dettes,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.