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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Big Daddy Kane to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Newcleus,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
ABC,
Fugazi,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Supertramp,
The Fugs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Make Up,
Popol Vuh,
Iggy Pop,
Glenn Branca,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bauhaus,
The Wake,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Motions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alison Limerick,
AZ,
Yazoo,
Neu!,
The Mojo Men,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Danielle Patucci,
Banda Bassotti,
Zero Boys,
UT,
Pierre Henry,
Ice-T,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultra Naté,
Thompson Twins,
Agent Orange,
R.M.O.,
Robert Hood,
Brick,
World's Most,
The Sonics,
Unrelated Segments,
Chris & Cosey,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Christie,
Theoretical Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boredoms,
Second Layer,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tim Buckley,
Clear Light,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minny Pops,
June of 44,
The Real Kids,
Monolake,
a-ha,
Aaron Thompson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Absolute Body Control,
The Index,
Visage,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.