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 El Salvador and from Edmonton.
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 Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Lou Reed 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 Arthur Verocai to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Danielle Patucci,
Tommy Roe,
Reuben Wilson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Steve Hackett,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Basic Channel,
Pulsallama,
Boz Scaggs,
Ornette Coleman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mission of Burma,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dawn Penn,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bootsy Collins,
Outsiders,
Scientists,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jesper Dahlback,
James White and The Blacks,
Grey Daturas,
Lakeside,
T. Rex,
Freddie Wadling,
X-101,
Ken Boothe,
Q65,
These Immortal Souls,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fuzztones,
Young Marble Giants,
The Shadows of Knight,
Anakelly,
Pharoah Sanders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fluxion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Section 25,
ABBA,
Matthew Bourne,
Heaven 17,
Sarah Menescal,
Joey Negro,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barry Ungar,
Clear Light,
Eve St. Jones,
Ronnie Foster,
Yaz,
The Neon Judgement,
Leonard Cohen,
Swell Maps,
Fad Gadget,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.