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 Afghanistan and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Fad Gadget to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pulsallama,
The Smiths,
Joyce Sims,
Trumans Water,
Nirvana,
Roxy Music,
Lyres,
Piero Umiliani,
Talk Talk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Anakelly,
Carl Craig,
The Neon Judgement,
The Divine Comedy,
Oneida,
The Fortunes,
Dual Sessions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Livin' Joy,
Q and Not U,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Slits,
New York Dolls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aswad,
Oblivians,
Gang Green,
Marmalade,
John Coltrane,
Connie Case,
Spandau Ballet,
CMW,
Soulsonic Force,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Royal Trux,
Marcia Griffiths,
Johnny Clarke,
Unrelated Segments,
Neil Young,
The Busters,
Metal Thangz,
Outsiders,
The Sound,
Iggy Pop,
K-Klass,
Camouflage,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Residents,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Absolute Body Control,
Lungfish,
Country Teasers,
The Raincoats,
Section 25,
Spoonie Gee,
The Human League,
Hashim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.