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 Sweden and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Music Machine to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Nils Olav,
Tomorrow,
Eddi Front,
Aswad,
Throbbing Gristle,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gories,
Albert Ayler,
Dead Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lindisfarne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
OOIOO,
Wolf Eyes,
Anakelly,
Sarah Menescal,
Pylon,
Jeff Mills,
Bob Dylan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Doobie Brothers,
Massinfluence,
Popol Vuh,
The Dead C,
Schoolly D,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marc Almond,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fad Gadget,
Dawn Penn,
the Association,
Mantronix,
Negative Approach,
Lucky Dragons,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Hood,
John Lydon,
Barbara Tucker,
the Germs,
In Retrospect,
R.M.O.,
Don Cherry,
Funky Four + One,
Fat Boys,
Charles Mingus,
One Last Wish,
The Cure,
ABC,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Subhumans,
Duran Duran,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Bar-Kays,
PIL,
Fela Kuti,
Blossom Toes,
The Skatalites,
The Neon Judgement,
Janne Schatter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.