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 Chad and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 New Order to the electroclash 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Malaria!,
Zapp,
The Happenings,
MDC,
Jeff Lynne,
The Saints,
Interpol,
Joyce Sims,
Erasure,
Pagans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arthur Verocai,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thee Headcoats,
Eddi Front,
Funkadelic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Echospace,
The Gun Club,
Eli Mardock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter & Gordon,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Görl,
Depeche Mode,
Jawbox,
The Count Five,
Magazine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Desert Stars,
Dave Gahan,
Livin' Joy,
a-ha,
Can,
Todd Terry,
OOIOO,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New Age Steppers,
Shoche,
Toni Rubio,
the Association,
Brick,
The Selecter,
Soulsonic Force,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed,
Radio Birdman,
Althea and Donna,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nas,
Bill Near,
Warren Ellis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aaron Thompson,
The Standells,
A Certain Ratio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Juan Atkins,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.