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 Bahamas and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Holger Czukay 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 Yellowson to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Japan,
Slick Rick,
The Cramps,
Junior Murvin,
Scrapy,
The Sonics,
Yusef Lateef,
Janne Schatter,
Warren Ellis,
Grauzone,
Sound Behaviour,
Young Marble Giants,
Lower 48,
Throbbing Gristle,
Idris Muhammad,
The Litter,
The Monochrome Set,
H. Thieme,
The Moody Blues,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crime,
Easy Going,
Gichy Dan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Charles Mingus,
EPMD,
The Move,
The Motions,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed,
Inner City,
Arthur Verocai,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flash Fearless,
The Invisible,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Reuben Wilson,
Spandau Ballet,
Anakelly,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Association,
Monks,
Tommy Roe,
Darondo,
Absolute Body Control,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Liliput,
Deadbeat,
Gang Green,
Wally Richardson,
The Blackbyrds,
Rotary Connection,
Minor Threat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sällskapet,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.