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 Albania and from Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Stockholm Monsters to the electroclash 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Black Moon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jimmy McGriff,
Smog,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Donald Byrd,
Carl Craig,
Deadbeat,
Essential Logic,
Roy Ayers,
Wasted Youth,
Can,
K-Klass,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Skatalites,
Laurel Aitken,
Quando Quango,
Nas,
Marvin Gaye,
Derrick Morgan,
Bronski Beat,
Organ,
Oblivians,
Davy DMX,
James White and The Blacks,
Ronan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
These Immortal Souls,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gun Club,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Leonard Cohen,
Tom Boy,
Nico,
Hasil Adkins,
Dave Gahan,
The Litter,
John Coltrane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Flag,
Byron Stingily,
The Kinks,
The J.B.'s,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gong,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dennis Brown,
Magazine,
Parry Music,
Bob Dylan,
Eric Dolphy,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.