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 Serbia and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the rap 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Nico,
Magma,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moebius,
Cymande,
Ronnie Foster,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nation of Ulysses,
Television,
Morten Harket,
Section 25,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Normal,
Black Pus,
Janne Schatter,
Tomorrow,
The Real Kids,
Deepchord,
Bronski Beat,
The Human League,
Spoonie Gee,
Sandy B,
The Zeros,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bill Near,
Inner City,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultravox,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed,
Cecil Taylor,
Agitation Free,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mojo Men,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roy Ayers,
Chrome,
Jeff Mills,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Index,
Ronan,
Arthur Verocai,
U.S. Maple,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
FM Einheit,
Monolake,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mantronix,
The Gun Club,
Flipper,
Marc Almond,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dead C,
Moby Grape,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.