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 Serbia and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 The Offenders to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
U.S. Maple,
June Days,
The Sonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David Axelrod,
Marcia Griffiths,
Glambeats Corp.,
Althea and Donna,
Lucky Dragons,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Laurel Aitken,
Camberwell Now,
Essential Logic,
Visage,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Bar-Kays,
Lakeside,
Infiniti,
Jacques Brel,
the Human League,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Raincoats,
Rekid,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Morten Harket,
Supertramp,
Barry Ungar,
Scrapy,
Angry Samoans,
Khruangbin,
Wings,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Duran Duran,
Rhythm & Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
UT,
Roger Hodgson,
B.T. Express,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Womack,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Faraquet,
Zero Boys,
The New Christs,
Babytalk,
Minutemen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Wyatt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Au Pairs,
Donny Hathaway,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wire,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Subhumans,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.