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 Nauru and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mission of Burma to the jazz 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Amon Düül II,
Stereo Dub,
Amazonics,
Darondo,
John Holt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Underground Resistance,
Duran Duran,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Victims,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scientists,
Echospace,
Wire,
Icehouse,
Japan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Saccharine Trust,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aural Exciters,
Black Moon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cowsills,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fat Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Loose Ends,
Jacques Brel,
the Human League,
Deepchord,
Sun Ra,
Rosa Yemen,
Gichy Dan,
B.T. Express,
Josef K,
X-102,
Anthony Braxton,
AZ,
Alice Coltrane,
cv313,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Panda Bear,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Red Krayola,
Bob Dylan,
Sixth Finger,
Au Pairs,
Arthur Verocai,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ronan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Sheep,
The Index,
Joy Division,
Lalann,
The Dead C,
Monks,
Pere Ubu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arab on Radar,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.