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 Dominica and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ohio Players to the electroclash 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Minutemen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Human League,
R.M.O.,
Youth Brigade,
Connie Case,
Sister Nancy,
Prince Buster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Matthew Bourne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Desert Stars,
Warren Ellis,
Heaven 17,
The Wake,
Easy Going,
The Kinks,
Aaron Thompson,
Soulsonic Force,
Swell Maps,
JFA,
Kerri Chandler,
Flash Fearless,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tomorrow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
OOIOO,
Colin Newman,
The Litter,
Erykah Badu,
Sixth Finger,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeff Mills,
Nas,
Rakim,
Derrick May,
Brick,
The Moleskins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Faraquet,
DJ Style,
X-101,
Laurel Aitken,
Donny Hathaway,
Essential Logic,
The Standells,
DNA,
The Young Rascals,
Panda Bear,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Holt,
The Blues Magoos,
Bizarre Inc.,
Technova,
Delta 5,
Glambeats Corp.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.