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 Chile and from London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 Anthony Braxton to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Bluetip,
Lungfish,
Yusef Lateef,
The Five Americans,
Robert Görl,
D'Angelo,
Suicide,
Janne Schatter,
Cameo,
Lou Christie,
Section 25,
Sun Ra,
Mo-Dettes,
A Certain Ratio,
Buzzcocks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
H. Thieme,
Can,
Model 500,
Country Teasers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
K-Klass,
Radio Birdman,
Crime,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aural Exciters,
Stiv Bators,
the Fania All-Stars,
Henry Cow,
Anthony Braxton,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Holt,
The Vogues,
Chris & Cosey,
Franke,
Roy Ayers,
Tim Buckley,
the Soft Cell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Flag,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Zeros,
Erasure,
Kaleidoscope,
Heaven 17,
Jawbox,
Laurel Aitken,
The Flesh Eaters,
Interpol,
Joe Finger,
Moss Icon,
Flash Fearless,
The Associates,
Accadde A,
Nico,
Scrapy,
New Age Steppers,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.