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 Egypt and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Danielle Patucci to the dance 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
The Star Department,
The Durutti Column,
Eric Dolphy,
Zero Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fire Engines,
Funky Four + One,
Ronnie Foster,
Rakim,
Fugazi,
Lightning Bolt,
Japan,
Iggy Pop,
Television,
Dave Gahan,
Ultravox,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moss Icon,
The Gladiators,
Banda Bassotti,
Jacques Brel,
The Fortunes,
This Heat,
Isaac Hayes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultra Naté,
Faust,
Outsiders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
R.M.O.,
Josef K,
Robert Wyatt,
Newcleus,
Zapp,
The Five Americans,
The Electric Prunes,
the Human League,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kaleidoscope,
Country Teasers,
Amon Düül II,
Reagan Youth,
The Doors,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-102,
The Toasters,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Raincoats,
Black Sheep,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Heaven 17,
Howard Jones,
Surgeon,
Michelle Simonal,
Sandy B,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.