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 Brazil and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 Connie Case to the rap 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
DJ Style,
Jandek,
Glambeats Corp.,
PIL,
Robert Hood,
Au Pairs,
Television,
a-ha,
Jerry's Kids,
Michelle Simonal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
ABBA,
The Wake,
Wolf Eyes,
Aloha Tigers,
Fela Kuti,
OOIOO,
Connie Case,
Radiohead,
Angry Samoans,
The Young Rascals,
MC5,
Technova,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Real Kids,
Minutemen,
Alison Limerick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Howard Jones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
R.M.O.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Faust,
Kaleidoscope,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joyce Sims,
Heaven 17,
Porter Ricks,
The American Breed,
The Star Department,
The Beau Brummels,
Duran Duran,
the Human League,
Symarip,
Junior Murvin,
Moebius,
John Coltrane,
H. Thieme,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fortunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Danielle Patucci,
Nils Olav,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stockholm Monsters,
Drexciya,
Lightning Bolt,
Babytalk,
Brand Nubian,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.