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 Italy and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
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 harpsichord 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 Theoretical Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boredoms,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quando Quango,
Soft Cell,
Matthew Halsall,
Anthony Braxton,
The Young Rascals,
Skarface,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Section 25,
Pylon,
Hoover,
the Normal,
The Angels of Light,
Isaac Hayes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Grass Roots,
The Offenders,
Ultra Naté,
Youth Brigade,
Cal Tjader,
Don Cherry,
Kayak,
Laurel Aitken,
Television Personalities,
New Age Steppers,
Joyce Sims,
Lee Hazlewood,
Loose Ends,
Boz Scaggs,
Accadde A,
Wire,
Adolescents,
Sonic Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roger Hodgson,
Dual Sessions,
Subhumans,
Pole,
Tubeway Army,
Blake Baxter,
Black Moon,
cv313,
UT,
The Selecter,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Byrd,
Amon Düül II,
Wasted Youth,
Supertramp,
Sarah Menescal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sixth Finger,
The Modern Lovers,
Donald Byrd,
Sam Rivers,
AZ,
Amon Düül,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.