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 Slovakia and from Tehran.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Gang of Four to the dance 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Stooges,
Gang of Four,
Basic Channel,
Barry Ungar,
The Smoke,
Brass Construction,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lalann,
Peter and Kerry,
Mad Mike,
Ultravox,
Maurizio,
Eden Ahbez,
Au Pairs,
Absolute Body Control,
Brothers Johnson,
the Swans,
Jacques Brel,
Soft Machine,
Kas Product,
Kurtis Blow,
Lungfish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blake Baxter,
F. McDonald,
OOIOO,
Malaria!,
Severed Heads,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Make Up,
Ponytail,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
8 Eyed Spy,
PIL,
Warren Ellis,
Panda Bear,
Ralphi Rosario,
David McCallum,
Al Stewart,
Organ,
Rod Modell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Half Japanese,
Deadbeat,
Soulsonic Force,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Vogues,
EPMD,
Marc Almond,
The Sound,
Bill Near,
Arthur Verocai,
Leonard Cohen,
The Happenings,
Janne Schatter,
Pierre Henry,
Minor Threat,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.