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 Guyana and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Marshall Jefferson to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans 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?
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun Ra,
Ossler,
Smog,
Marine Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Gregory Isaacs,
Man Parrish,
Drexciya,
K-Klass,
Carl Craig,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scrapy,
Jeff Lynne,
The J.B.'s,
The Young Rascals,
Scott Walker,
Basic Channel,
The Zeros,
Gabor Szabo,
Model 500,
Chris Corsano,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rufus Thomas,
La Düsseldorf,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Angry Samoans,
Aural Exciters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roxette,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Albert Ayler,
Royal Trux,
Camberwell Now,
Loose Ends,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cramps,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Altered Images,
Alison Limerick,
June Days,
Infiniti,
The Dirtbombs,
David Axelrod,
Sonic Youth,
The Gories,
The Tremeloes,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Second Layer,
The Searchers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jeff Mills,
JFA,
Scan 7,
Gong,
Crooked Eye,
Unwound,
Curtis Mayfield,
New York Dolls,
Nico,
Y Pants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.