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 Mauritania and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
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 synthesizer 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 Smoke to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
Intrusion,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yusef Lateef,
The New Christs,
Audionom,
Eric Copeland,
The Red Krayola,
Yaz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Warsaw,
The Buckinghams,
Fugazi,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Swans,
The Gun Club,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flamin' Groovies,
Drexciya,
the Swans,
Saccharine Trust,
Clear Light,
Camberwell Now,
Donny Hathaway,
the Bar-Kays,
F. McDonald,
The Real Kids,
The Fortunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lyres,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mary Jane Girls,
Faust,
Joe Finger,
The Monks,
Crime,
Aswad,
A Certain Ratio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Icehouse,
Sonny Sharrock,
10cc,
Suicide,
These Immortal Souls,
Graham Central Station,
Derrick Morgan,
Outsiders,
Idris Muhammad,
The Smiths,
Pagans,
Crooked Eye,
Prince Buster,
Susan Cadogan,
Kenny Larkin,
Marmalade,
The Raincoats,
Porter Ricks,
Rotary Connection,
Mantronix,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.