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 Kyrgyzstan and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Zero Boys to the crunk 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bill Near,
Mark Hollis,
Howard Jones,
Angry Samoans,
Carl Craig,
Intrusion,
Frankie Knuckles,
Spoonie Gee,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tears for Fears,
The Walker Brothers,
Slave,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Monks,
The Divine Comedy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Man Eating Sloth,
Banda Bassotti,
Andrew Hill,
Camberwell Now,
Stiv Bators,
OOIOO,
Tommy Roe,
Trumans Water,
Eve St. Jones,
The Golliwogs,
Procol Harum,
Graham Central Station,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arcadia,
Donny Hathaway,
Agent Orange,
Whodini,
Smog,
Interpol,
Sly & The Family Stone,
a-ha,
Silicon Teens,
Pylon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nick Fraelich,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Slits,
Dennis Brown,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David Bowie,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Archie Shepp,
Q and Not U,
Swans,
Desert Stars,
Parry Music,
Mantronix,
Echospace,
Marine Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Little Man,
New Order,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Von Mondo,
Gichy Dan,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.