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 Jamaica and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pulsallama 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Jacques Brel,
Skarface,
Albert Ayler,
Fad Gadget,
DNA,
Morten Harket,
Accadde A,
Monks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cecil Taylor,
Gregory Isaacs,
David Axelrod,
Man Eating Sloth,
Silicon Teens,
Wasted Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gladiators,
Fugazi,
Marine Girls,
David Bowie,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Foxx,
The Human League,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nils Olav,
X-Ray Spex,
Al Stewart,
Index,
Depeche Mode,
Moebius,
Chris Corsano,
Harry Pussy,
The Fire Engines,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fuzztones,
Johnny Osbourne,
Howard Jones,
Japan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mad Mike,
The Move,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vainqueur,
Dennis Brown,
Con Funk Shun,
Gastr Del Sol,
EPMD,
Can,
Lakeside,
the Swans,
Zapp,
Franke,
Sam Rivers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blossom Toes,
Erasure,
The Walker Brothers,
Pierre Henry,
Faraquet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.