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 Senegal and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Spandau Ballet to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Audionom,
The Grass Roots,
Ossler,
ABBA,
John Holt,
The Vogues,
Warsaw,
Crash Course in Science,
Brothers Johnson,
The Smiths,
Drexciya,
Erasure,
Popol Vuh,
Ornette Coleman,
Fatback Band,
Duran Duran,
The Music Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Raincoats,
The Knickerbockers,
Donald Byrd,
Deakin,
Sun City Girls,
Slave,
Josef K,
Roxy Music,
Cymande,
Unrelated Segments,
Darondo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Easy Going,
Dual Sessions,
Kayak,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sonics,
Alton Ellis,
Fugazi,
Rekid,
T. Rex,
A Certain Ratio,
The Seeds,
kango's stein massive,
Alison Limerick,
Tres Demented,
Rosa Yemen,
Bill Wells,
Ludus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fire Engines,
Morten Harket,
Franke,
Urselle,
The Flesh Eaters,
Faraquet,
The Black Dice,
Reuben Wilson,
The Techniques,
Metal Thangz,
Pussy Galore,
Bush Tetras,
Japan,
Mo-Dettes,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.