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 Kenya and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 China Crisis to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Popol Vuh,
Ice-T,
MC5,
Buzzcocks,
The Young Rascals,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Real Kids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Birthday Party,
10cc,
Infiniti,
Ituana,
John Coltrane,
The Music Machine,
Brick,
Michelle Simonal,
Roxette,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Adolescents,
CMW,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minny Pops,
Angry Samoans,
the Swans,
MDC,
Sonic Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Normal,
the Association,
Moss Icon,
LL Cool J,
Visage,
Lindisfarne,
UT,
Depeche Mode,
Index,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Essential Logic,
The Motions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
EPMD,
8 Eyed Spy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jandek,
JFA,
K-Klass,
The Five Americans,
Radiohead,
Harry Pussy,
Oblivians,
The Selecter,
Massinfluence,
David McCallum,
Suburban Knight,
Grauzone,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dave Clark Five,
Zapp,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.