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 Lithuania and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nick Fraelich to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Basic Channel,
Warren Ellis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Vainqueur,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Donald Byrd,
Kenny Larkin,
Swans,
Hashim,
Tres Demented,
Jerry Gold Smith,
48th St. Collective,
Marvin Gaye,
Unrelated Segments,
Metal Thangz,
Chrome,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gladiators,
The Fuzztones,
Eve St. Jones,
Whodini,
Neil Young,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skriet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gories,
The Cramps,
The Divine Comedy,
Quadrant,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Byrd,
Tears for Fears,
The Cure,
Spoonie Gee,
Matthew Halsall,
Rufus Thomas,
Ponytail,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blossom Toes,
Lower 48,
Yaz,
Saccharine Trust,
Pulsallama,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Residents,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Moon,
Barrington Levy,
Wings,
Adolescents,
Angry Samoans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nation of Ulysses,
PIL,
The Fugs,
Sparks,
The Five Americans,
Kas Product,
Banda Bassotti,
Barclay James Harvest,
Heaven 17,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.