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 Panama and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 David Bowie 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 The Count Five to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Donny Hathaway,
This Heat,
Glenn Branca,
Darondo,
AZ,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gun Club,
Pole,
Kurtis Blow,
Cheater Slicks,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Soft Cell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gichy Dan,
Roxette,
the Germs,
The Black Dice,
Dual Sessions,
Echospace,
The Human League,
Procol Harum,
The Five Americans,
The Fire Engines,
Juan Atkins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vladislav Delay,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fall,
Davy DMX,
Swans,
F. McDonald,
Interpol,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
D'Angelo,
Amazonics,
Yusef Lateef,
Scratch Acid,
Ronnie Foster,
Nas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mark Hollis,
Hashim,
Stiv Bators,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tres Demented,
The Vogues,
Dave Gahan,
The Happenings,
LL Cool J,
Symarip,
Radio Birdman,
the Slits,
Wings,
Basic Channel,
The Residents,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Index,
Sonic Youth,
Morten Harket,
The Cure,
Faraquet,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.