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 Belarus and from New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Golliwogs to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
the Association,
Barbara Tucker,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Delta 5,
Scrapy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amon Düül II,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scientists,
The Grass Roots,
Suburban Knight,
Aloha Tigers,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Japan,
The Associates,
Max Romeo,
Ornette Coleman,
Wally Richardson,
Theoretical Girls,
Mad Mike,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sam Rivers,
Scratch Acid,
Sound Behaviour,
Jandek,
The Walker Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dark Day,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric Dolphy,
Thompson Twins,
Pylon,
Qualms,
Fear,
the Bar-Kays,
Urselle,
Flash Fearless,
Mars,
Idris Muhammad,
Underground Resistance,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott Heron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skarface,
Lou Reed,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Livin' Joy,
New Order,
The Velvet Underground,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bill Near,
Alphaville,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.