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 Macedonia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
John Cale,
Angry Samoans,
Funkadelic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ten City,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Selecter,
The Techniques,
Oblivians,
Morten Harket,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
La Düsseldorf,
Newcleus,
Ornette Coleman,
Banda Bassotti,
Nirvana,
Guru Guru,
OOIOO,
Talk Talk,
Echospace,
Nick Fraelich,
Dorothy Ashby,
Q and Not U,
John Foxx,
Wire,
Average White Band,
Organ,
Eden Ahbez,
Wings,
the Bar-Kays,
The Human League,
Matthew Halsall,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harpers Bizarre,
In Retrospect,
Lakeside,
Brand Nubian,
Ultravox,
Agitation Free,
Howard Jones,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Trojans,
The Moleskins,
Simply Red,
Jeff Mills,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chris Corsano,
Jawbox,
Desert Stars,
David Bowie,
Lou Christie,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sparks,
Suburban Knight,
Subhumans,
Lungfish,
Black Sheep,
Absolute Body Control,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.