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 Mauritius and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the grunge 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Arcadia,
Sun City Girls,
Marine Girls,
The Black Dice,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare,
The Offenders,
Oblivians,
Duran Duran,
The Barracudas,
Ituana,
The Dead C,
Gang Starr,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sam Rivers,
Peter & Gordon,
Deepchord,
The Human League,
Zapp,
Crash Course in Science,
Fugazi,
PIL,
X-101,
Pierre Henry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed,
Nik Kershaw,
Bill Wells,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric Dolphy,
Boredoms,
Bauhaus,
Main Source,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sugar Minott,
David Bowie,
Boogie Down Productions,
Letta Mbulu,
Drexciya,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Human League,
Derrick May,
The Names,
Yaz,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeff Lynne,
Magma,
Alison Limerick,
Jawbox,
Sandy B,
Urselle,
Toni Rubio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Slave,
The Young Rascals,
Scratch Acid,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.