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 Libya and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Royal Trux to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Joensuu 1685,
Boz Scaggs,
Boredoms,
Harmonia,
Chrome,
Nas,
Albert Ayler,
Josef K,
Surgeon,
Blossom Toes,
Flipper,
Pagans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Essential Logic,
PIL,
Amazonics,
Wally Richardson,
Mantronix,
Todd Rundgren,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lungfish,
Ice-T,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Technova,
Marc Almond,
Depeche Mode,
Quadrant,
Grauzone,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Slick Rick,
Yellowson,
Visage,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
EPMD,
Fifty Foot Hose,
a-ha,
Desert Stars,
Radio Birdman,
Sun Ra,
Suicide,
The Mojo Men,
Kaleidoscope,
Colin Newman,
Mission of Burma,
The Vogues,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-101,
the Slits,
X-102,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
KRS-One,
Scan 7,
June Days,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.