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 Japan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Gang Starr to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Ornette Coleman,
Chrome,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Wyatt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Normal,
Eric Copeland,
Das Ding,
KRS-One,
Index,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harmonia,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Slits,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Erasure,
Schoolly D,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Monochrome Set,
Franke,
The Wake,
Tommy Roe,
Peter & Gordon,
Toni Rubio,
Joy Division,
Japan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soft Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
Rekid,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Monks,
David Axelrod,
Fluxion,
Jacques Brel,
the Swans,
Cheater Slicks,
Anakelly,
Sister Nancy,
The Pretty Things,
The Gories,
Hardrive,
Derrick Morgan,
Duran Duran,
Pulsallama,
Mo-Dettes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thee Headcoats,
Brass Construction,
Ultravox,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Stooges,
Wings,
Fat Boys,
The Pop Group,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.