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 Tonga and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Blancmange to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Piero Umiliani,
Monks,
Spoonie Gee,
Camberwell Now,
Tubeway Army,
Section 25,
the Slits,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bang On A Can,
John Holt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Womack,
Black Moon,
Crime,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fuzztones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bush Tetras,
Pere Ubu,
Amon Düül II,
Reuben Wilson,
New Age Steppers,
The Martian,
The Cure,
Marc Almond,
Yazoo,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed,
Clear Light,
Isaac Hayes,
Zero Boys,
Vainqueur,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fluxion,
The Selecter,
Byron Stingily,
Public Enemy,
Ken Boothe,
The American Breed,
The Raincoats,
Frankie Knuckles,
Davy DMX,
Fugazi,
Joe Finger,
Qualms,
Masters at Work,
Rhythm & Sound,
Royal Trux,
Mark Hollis,
Kas Product,
Young Marble Giants,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dead C,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Flag,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Move,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Adolescents,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.