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 Papua New Guinea and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 The Saints to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kerri Chandler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Happenings,
Lalann,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DJ Sneak,
Massinfluence,
Marine Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stiv Bators,
Youth Brigade,
Model 500,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ituana,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Con Funk Shun,
Surgeon,
The Young Rascals,
Tubeway Army,
Sixth Finger,
Jesper Dahlback,
Andrew Hill,
Subhumans,
Altered Images,
Cheater Slicks,
Piero Umiliani,
Joensuu 1685,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Goldenarms,
Arcadia,
The Beau Brummels,
Skaos,
Bobby Sherman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Searchers,
Chris & Cosey,
Zero Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Morten Harket,
Swans,
Gong,
PIL,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Shoche,
Mad Mike,
Derrick Morgan,
Ludus,
Ice-T,
Negative Approach,
Television,
The Cramps,
the Human League,
Todd Terry,
These Immortal Souls,
Easy Going,
Organ,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.