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 Slovenia and from Manila.
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 Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Das Ding to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jandek,
Joyce Sims,
The Happenings,
Monolake,
Khruangbin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sixth Finger,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Main Source,
The Divine Comedy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Slackers,
The Gladiators,
Ultra Naté,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kas Product,
Rufus Thomas,
Flipper,
Camouflage,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
R.M.O.,
10cc,
Yaz,
Ice-T,
Aaron Thompson,
Popol Vuh,
Swans,
Bad Manners,
Vladislav Delay,
Average White Band,
Make Up,
Aural Exciters,
Barrington Levy,
Depeche Mode,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flash Fearless,
Kaleidoscope,
Funky Four + One,
Bush Tetras,
Mandrill,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ponytail,
June of 44,
Fat Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rakim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Juan Atkins,
Iggy Pop,
Surgeon,
One Last Wish,
CMW,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.