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 Andorra and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Michael McDonald 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 Sarah Menescal to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
F. McDonald,
Letta Mbulu,
Section 25,
Bluetip,
Anthony Braxton,
Ituana,
Scientists,
The Martian,
Kas Product,
The Barracudas,
China Crisis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gong,
These Immortal Souls,
Skaos,
Radiohead,
John Foxx,
The Remains,
Terrestrial Tones,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Wyatt,
Deepchord,
The Birthday Party,
Man Parrish,
Japan,
Aaron Thompson,
The Walker Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
Second Layer,
Rites of Spring,
Livin' Joy,
Monks,
the Swans,
KRS-One,
The Pretty Things,
Reuben Wilson,
Young Marble Giants,
the Sonics,
Tim Buckley,
Negative Approach,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oblivians,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Wake,
Fatback Band,
Animal Collective,
Theoretical Girls,
Thompson Twins,
LL Cool J,
Lucky Dragons,
Smog,
Jawbox,
John Cale,
X-101,
Lee Hazlewood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cal Tjader,
B.T. Express,
Stiv Bators,
June Days,
Neu!,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.