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 Spain and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 The Knickerbockers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
The Offenders,
Traffic Nightmare,
Michelle Simonal,
R.M.O.,
Bauhaus,
The Associates,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Josef K,
Laurel Aitken,
Average White Band,
Angry Samoans,
Tears for Fears,
Rapeman,
Hardrive,
Kurtis Blow,
Minny Pops,
Swell Maps,
Barry Ungar,
Nick Fraelich,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Judy Mowatt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nils Olav,
Terry Callier,
John Coltrane,
Joyce Sims,
Mo-Dettes,
Janne Schatter,
Cecil Taylor,
Buzzcocks,
Livin' Joy,
Charles Mingus,
Easy Going,
These Immortal Souls,
Radio Birdman,
Black Pus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Swans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
ABC,
The Gladiators,
Severed Heads,
Hashim,
Fear,
Darondo,
Eurythmics,
The Standells,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Heaven 17,
X-Ray Spex,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Qualms,
The Fortunes,
ABBA,
Monolake,
Fluxion,
X-101,
Morten Harket,
the Slits,
Kayak,
Grauzone,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.