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 Guinea-Bissau and from Copenhagen.
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 Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Thee Headcoats to the techno 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Bob Dylan,
Warren Ellis,
Aaron Thompson,
The Black Dice,
Urselle,
Joe Smooth,
Roxy Music,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marmalade,
Fugazi,
the Human League,
Soul Sonic Force,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Shoche,
The Moleskins,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Agent Orange,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Prince Buster,
Mission of Burma,
Suicide,
Popol Vuh,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jacob Miller,
Gastr Del Sol,
Severed Heads,
Clear Light,
D'Angelo,
Crime,
Audionom,
Trumans Water,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Slits,
Skarface,
Qualms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
H. Thieme,
ABBA,
Quadrant,
Gong,
Agitation Free,
The Sonics,
Crash Course in Science,
Monolake,
Charles Mingus,
Bauhaus,
Liliput,
The Selecter,
Faust,
Harmonia,
Yaz,
The Divine Comedy,
Dead Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Cecil Taylor,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.