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 Moldova and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Misunderstood to the techno 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Maurizio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang of Four,
Technova,
Accadde A,
Pharoah Sanders,
Magma,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harpers Bizarre,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Buckinghams,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Theoretical Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Vogues,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jandek,
The Residents,
The Skatalites,
Chris Corsano,
Sam Rivers,
Andrew Hill,
Godley & Creme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rites of Spring,
PIL,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fugazi,
Goldenarms,
Scrapy,
Dead Boys,
The Smiths,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bill Wells,
Eurythmics,
Eli Mardock,
Cymande,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Zeros,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Donny Hathaway,
Arthur Verocai,
The Durutti Column,
Nik Kershaw,
Boredoms,
Jeff Mills,
The Mummies,
The Move,
cv313,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Easy Going,
Mission of Burma,
Wolf Eyes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.