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 South Africa and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Flesh Eaters to the electroclash 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fortunes,
Swans,
Smog,
Erasure,
Susan Cadogan,
Tres Demented,
Kurtis Blow,
The Wake,
Deakin,
Country Teasers,
The Dirtbombs,
Tim Buckley,
The Birthday Party,
Mission of Burma,
Black Pus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Janne Schatter,
The Trojans,
Angry Samoans,
Pantytec,
Ponytail,
Whodini,
Second Layer,
Kerrie Biddell,
Magma,
Throbbing Gristle,
Maleditus Sound,
The Skatalites,
Isaac Hayes,
Delta 5,
Symarip,
Barry Ungar,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Goldenarms,
Heaven 17,
Cameo,
Con Funk Shun,
The Motions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Livin' Joy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minnie Riperton,
Danielle Patucci,
Dark Day,
Zapp,
Blossom Toes,
Sandy B,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bill Near,
Yazoo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Malaria!,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Starr,
Au Pairs,
Popol Vuh,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.