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 Zambia and from Tokyo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Barclay James Harvest to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Pretty Things,
Tom Boy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mojo Men,
Los Fastidios,
John Foxx,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter & Gordon,
Slick Rick,
The Smiths,
Thompson Twins,
Sällskapet,
Wings,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Technova,
The Fortunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cure,
The Fall,
Delon & Dalcan,
The American Breed,
The Victims,
Kerri Chandler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang of Four,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Peter and Kerry,
Rod Modell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Television Personalities,
Hoover,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Davy DMX,
The Evens,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
a-ha,
Bush Tetras,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Magazine,
Make Up,
Section 25,
Fear,
The Associates,
The New Christs,
The Slackers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bang On A Can,
B.T. Express,
Fat Boys,
Donald Byrd,
New Order,
Hasil Adkins,
Cameo,
New York Dolls,
EPMD,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.