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 Lithuania and from London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Half Japanese to the grime 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Black Pus,
Sandy B,
Camouflage,
Leonard Cohen,
Cal Tjader,
Vladislav Delay,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Seeds,
Althea and Donna,
Stockholm Monsters,
Interpol,
The Gladiators,
The Moody Blues,
The Gap Band,
Yazoo,
Soul II Soul,
Marcia Griffiths,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tears for Fears,
Wire,
Minnie Riperton,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fela Kuti,
Q and Not U,
Motorama,
Smog,
Barbara Tucker,
The Blues Magoos,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter & Gordon,
Junior Murvin,
Sound Behaviour,
Boredoms,
Fad Gadget,
The Moleskins,
Trumans Water,
Kas Product,
Eli Mardock,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Motions,
Essential Logic,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Main Source,
Saccharine Trust,
Darondo,
Skarface,
The Kinks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jacques Brel,
Minor Threat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Offenders,
L. Decosne,
John Foxx,
Bill Near,
The Buckinghams,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.