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 Malaysia and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 Kevin Saunderson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
The Electric Prunes,
Minny Pops,
Jandek,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soft Machine,
Maurizio,
Clear Light,
The Evens,
Swans,
Rufus Thomas,
Patti Smith,
Blancmange,
Jacob Miller,
Toni Rubio,
The Stooges,
Radio Birdman,
Urselle,
Marshall Jefferson,
A Certain Ratio,
Eden Ahbez,
Flash Fearless,
Young Marble Giants,
Von Mondo,
Masters at Work,
Stetsasonic,
Lalann,
the Soft Cell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Young Rascals,
Slave,
Pylon,
The Buckinghams,
Harmonia,
The Fortunes,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Smoke,
Jawbox,
Nas,
D'Angelo,
The Techniques,
Michelle Simonal,
Shoche,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric Copeland,
Kurtis Blow,
Fluxion,
The Fall,
Animal Collective,
Althea and Donna,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Suicide,
The Cramps,
The Happenings,
Crime,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sixth Finger,
Swell Maps,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Offenders,
Ludus,
Model 500,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.