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 Finland and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 J.B.'s to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Görl,
Mars,
Massinfluence,
Terry Callier,
Popol Vuh,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
a-ha,
Lou Reed,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sarah Menescal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DJ Style,
Wolf Eyes,
Leonard Cohen,
Crooked Eye,
Banda Bassotti,
The Happenings,
Joyce Sims,
the Soft Cell,
Motorama,
Carl Craig,
Sixth Finger,
Tears for Fears,
Black Flag,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fugazi,
Black Bananas,
Darondo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Althea and Donna,
T.S.O.L.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Index,
Scott Walker,
Bang On A Can,
Cybotron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stetsasonic,
Thee Headcoats,
Arab on Radar,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aaron Thompson,
The Seeds,
Joe Finger,
Shuggie Otis,
Magazine,
Dual Sessions,
Blossom Toes,
JFA,
Eric Dolphy,
Metal Thangz,
Pantaleimon,
Dead Boys,
The Count Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mummies,
Khruangbin,
MC5,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.