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 Egypt and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Quadrant to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Nick Fraelich,
Swans,
Popol Vuh,
Youth Brigade,
Eddi Front,
Delon & Dalcan,
Anakelly,
Altered Images,
EPMD,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter and Kerry,
Unwound,
The Skatalites,
The Velvet Underground,
JFA,
DJ Sneak,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Josef K,
Girls At Our Best!,
Porter Ricks,
Lakeside,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fluxion,
The Last Poets,
The Fire Engines,
the Soft Cell,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Wyatt,
Mo-Dettes,
Technova,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Saints,
the Swans,
The Leaves,
Chris Corsano,
Outsiders,
Sight & Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cramps,
Warren Ellis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cecil Taylor,
The Angels of Light,
The Smiths,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Desert Stars,
Flash Fearless,
Sarah Menescal,
Delta 5,
The J.B.'s,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Cal Tjader,
Slick Rick,
Unrelated Segments,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blancmange,
Oblivians,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.