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 Cape Verde and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Michael McDonald 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 Von Mondo to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Basic Channel,
Adolescents,
The Neon Judgement,
Joey Negro,
Dennis Brown,
Country Teasers,
The Tremeloes,
Colin Newman,
DJ Style,
The Walker Brothers,
Skaos,
The Slits,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Happenings,
Neu!,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Durutti Column,
China Crisis,
Bobby Sherman,
Minutemen,
Thompson Twins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fatback Band,
Harmonia,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cluster,
The Smiths,
Young Marble Giants,
Fela Kuti,
Brass Construction,
Tres Demented,
Nation of Ulysses,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pulsallama,
The Associates,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ten City,
Heaven 17,
Althea and Donna,
The New Christs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boredoms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Das Ding,
Oneida,
Siglo XX,
Sun City Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Reagan Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barbara Tucker,
Pylon,
Warsaw,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bauhaus,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.