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 Macedonia 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Vladislav Delay to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Jandek,
The Dirtbombs,
Tres Demented,
Minor Threat,
Fad Gadget,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Remains,
The Durutti Column,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grauzone,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rosa Yemen,
Absolute Body Control,
The Names,
The American Breed,
Sister Nancy,
The Gladiators,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gichy Dan,
Public Enemy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bang On A Can,
Trumans Water,
Graham Central Station,
Dead Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Hardrive,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oneida,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Parry Music,
Quando Quango,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Swans,
Sarah Menescal,
Lakeside,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thompson Twins,
X-102,
Max Romeo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter & Gordon,
Mission of Burma,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
L. Decosne,
The Skatalites,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Young Rascals,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Can,
Darondo,
The Standells,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.