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 Pakistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Darondo to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Stiv Bators,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Slackers,
The Divine Comedy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stereo Dub,
Dark Day,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Magazine,
Electric Prunes,
The Standells,
Moebius,
New Age Steppers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fluxion,
Radio Birdman,
Chris Corsano,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crime,
Interpol,
Neil Young,
Alison Limerick,
Barry Ungar,
Black Sheep,
Sixth Finger,
Skaos,
Qualms,
Ohio Players,
Mo-Dettes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kayak,
H. Thieme,
Danielle Patucci,
Slick Rick,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Byrd,
Camberwell Now,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Germs,
Altered Images,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thee Headcoats,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Motorama,
Mark Hollis,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Human League,
Mission of Burma,
Aswad,
Ultra Naté,
The Gap Band,
Little Man,
Avey Tare,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-102,
Urselle,
The Seeds,
the Normal,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.