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 Ethiopia and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Morten Harket to the techno 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
UT,
Wire,
Smog,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skaos,
Ohio Players,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Circle Jerks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jesper Dahlback,
Unrelated Segments,
The Saints,
Yazoo,
the Germs,
The Index,
Echospace,
Ice-T,
Alphaville,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rapeman,
Ultra Naté,
Quando Quango,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amon Düül II,
The Tremeloes,
Buzzcocks,
Peter and Kerry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Depeche Mode,
The Young Rascals,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Sherman,
Nils Olav,
Susan Cadogan,
Isaac Hayes,
The Slackers,
Sugar Minott,
Monks,
Sonic Youth,
Motorama,
X-Ray Spex,
Harry Pussy,
Warren Ellis,
T. Rex,
Dual Sessions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeff Mills,
Pagans,
Severed Heads,
Talk Talk,
Yaz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stiv Bators,
Flash Fearless,
Aswad,
Maleditus Sound,
Symarip,
The Toasters,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.