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 Saudi Arabia and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 PIL to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
The Cure,
Gabor Szabo,
Average White Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Siglo XX,
Infiniti,
ABC,
The Cramps,
Matthew Halsall,
Wings,
L. Decosne,
Jandek,
Joyce Sims,
Khruangbin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The New Christs,
The Martian,
The Red Krayola,
Grey Daturas,
Masters at Work,
The Selecter,
Motorama,
JFA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Von Mondo,
The Fortunes,
David McCallum,
Bad Manners,
CMW,
Dave Gahan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Suicide,
Joe Finger,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arab on Radar,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alton Ellis,
Intrusion,
Quantec,
Massinfluence,
The Searchers,
Essential Logic,
Television Personalities,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wasted Youth,
The Wake,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Maurizio,
Absolute Body Control,
Amon Düül,
X-Ray Spex,
Derrick Morgan,
Outsiders,
Gichy Dan,
Boredoms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Foxx,
MDC,
Country Teasers,
Aural Exciters,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.