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 Congo and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the disco 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
John Cale,
Judy Mowatt,
Erykah Badu,
The Misunderstood,
Masters at Work,
The Monks,
Siglo XX,
Sugar Minott,
Bang On A Can,
Babytalk,
The New Christs,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Byrd,
Jandek,
UT,
Lalann,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
ABBA,
Flipper,
The Smoke,
Lucky Dragons,
Cybotron,
Marc Almond,
Chris & Cosey,
Subhumans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Patti Smith,
Toni Rubio,
Pierre Henry,
The United States of America,
Gang of Four,
Sam Rivers,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeff Lynne,
Joyce Sims,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Porter Ricks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dark Day,
Amon Düül,
Wings,
Ten City,
Alphaville,
Peter & Gordon,
Pantytec,
Rapeman,
World's Most,
The Detroit Cobras,
Absolute Body Control,
Bootsy Collins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nick Fraelich,
Yusef Lateef,
Wire,
Animal Collective,
Tommy Roe,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.