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 Qatar 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Grauzone to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
The Victims,
Kerri Chandler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Josef K,
FM Einheit,
the Human League,
Robert Hood,
Laurel Aitken,
Surgeon,
The Grass Roots,
Glenn Branca,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bush Tetras,
Joe Finger,
These Immortal Souls,
Mr. Review,
The Fortunes,
Scratch Acid,
Alice Coltrane,
Cybotron,
Eli Mardock,
Anakelly,
Judy Mowatt,
Camouflage,
Livin' Joy,
Rufus Thomas,
Skaos,
Main Source,
The Searchers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ludus,
Basic Channel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Talk Talk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Outsiders,
Carl Craig,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dark Day,
John Coltrane,
Bauhaus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Pop Group,
The Monks,
kango's stein massive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cal Tjader,
Mars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wings,
Lindisfarne,
Erykah Badu,
Kayak,
Motorama,
Erasure,
Public Enemy,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.