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 Uruguay and from Sao Paulo.
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 Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Michelle Simonal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New Age Steppers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Iggy Pop,
The Seeds,
Joe Smooth,
Agent Orange,
Angry Samoans,
Ice-T,
Qualms,
Joensuu 1685,
Public Enemy,
John Foxx,
Aural Exciters,
Magazine,
Roxette,
Thee Headcoats,
Goldenarms,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed,
Camouflage,
Sight & Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Golliwogs,
La Düsseldorf,
Severed Heads,
Blancmange,
Whodini,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Human League,
Terry Callier,
The Pretty Things,
Albert Ayler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amon Düül II,
Country Teasers,
The Cowsills,
Vainqueur,
Bang On A Can,
The Knickerbockers,
Fugazi,
Desert Stars,
Monks,
Unrelated Segments,
Icehouse,
Gang Gang Dance,
Loose Ends,
Harry Pussy,
Fluxion,
Ronan,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Japan,
Pussy Galore,
Unwound,
Young Marble Giants,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.