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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 Avey Tare to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric Copeland,
Eve St. Jones,
The Neon Judgement,
The Evens,
Brick,
Skriet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scan 7,
Flash Fearless,
Mad Mike,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blancmange,
Bob Dylan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Walker Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
Echospace,
Electric Prunes,
Fela Kuti,
Fear,
Terry Callier,
The Velvet Underground,
Goldenarms,
Bad Manners,
Anthony Braxton,
Michelle Simonal,
Stiv Bators,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fugs,
Shuggie Otis,
Kurtis Blow,
Khruangbin,
Supertramp,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rotary Connection,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blossom Toes,
Sex Pistols,
Peter and Kerry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang of Four,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Smoke,
Barry Ungar,
Rites of Spring,
Chris Corsano,
Rosa Yemen,
Popol Vuh,
Jesper Dahlback,
DNA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Matthew Bourne,
Scientists,
Joensuu 1685,
Gichy Dan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.