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 Bahrain and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 Leonard Cohen to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Quantec,
The Five Americans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fluxion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grey Daturas,
Pagans,
Roy Ayers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mantronix,
the Association,
Ohio Players,
Bush Tetras,
the Human League,
Alphaville,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sam Rivers,
Half Japanese,
The Victims,
Spandau Ballet,
Zapp,
B.T. Express,
Youth Brigade,
Althea and Donna,
Index,
Audionom,
The Moleskins,
Iggy Pop,
Television Personalities,
Q and Not U,
Siglo XX,
The Martian,
Morten Harket,
Josef K,
The Dead C,
Tomorrow,
Theoretical Girls,
Second Layer,
Kayak,
Moss Icon,
Scrapy,
Oneida,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boredoms,
Severed Heads,
AZ,
Icehouse,
Kerri Chandler,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alison Limerick,
The Offenders,
Parry Music,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brand Nubian,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.