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 Marshall Islands and from Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tremeloes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Marine Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Henry Cow,
Subhumans,
This Heat,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dead C,
The Techniques,
The Move,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Swell Maps,
The Count Five,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun Ra,
Darondo,
Suburban Knight,
Country Teasers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Motorama,
Scrapy,
Brothers Johnson,
Deakin,
The Kinks,
Babytalk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Soft Cell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Theoretical Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Christie,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Reagan Youth,
Grey Daturas,
Mo-Dettes,
Public Enemy,
Ornette Coleman,
John Lydon,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Holt,
The Monks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
JFA,
Y Pants,
Negative Approach,
Graham Central Station,
Glenn Branca,
The Knickerbockers,
DJ Style,
Slave,
Newcleus,
Stereo Dub,
Rod Modell,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.