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 Micronesia and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
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 marimba 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 Adolescents to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harry Pussy,
Wire,
Whodini,
Wings,
Blancmange,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Searchers,
F. McDonald,
Eric B and Rakim,
Television,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sight & Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
T.S.O.L.,
DNA,
Agitation Free,
X-102,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soft Cell,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sound,
Fugazi,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Beau Brummels,
Brick,
Malaria!,
Stockholm Monsters,
Half Japanese,
Sixth Finger,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Görl,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roxette,
Zapp,
The Remains,
Swans,
Lightning Bolt,
Royal Trux,
Alice Coltrane,
Harmonia,
Susan Cadogan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cluster,
Pierre Henry,
Amon Düül,
Glambeats Corp.,
Carl Craig,
Eden Ahbez,
Intrusion,
China Crisis,
Hashim,
Duran Duran,
Leonard Cohen,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.