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 Colombia 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Sonic Youth to the techno 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Human League,
Dark Day,
Faust,
Patti Smith,
The Seeds,
Bizarre Inc.,
FM Einheit,
New Age Steppers,
Agitation Free,
Wire,
Yellowson,
Model 500,
F. McDonald,
Joe Finger,
Wasted Youth,
H. Thieme,
Crime,
Joe Smooth,
The Walker Brothers,
Schoolly D,
Joyce Sims,
The Knickerbockers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Holt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moebius,
The New Christs,
The Fall,
Radio Birdman,
Masters at Work,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Michelle Simonal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Section 25,
Piero Umiliani,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Max Romeo,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Names,
Heaven 17,
The United States of America,
Absolute Body Control,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stereo Dub,
Minnie Riperton,
Toni Rubio,
Nirvana,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cal Tjader,
Public Image Ltd.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Shoche,
Cheater Slicks,
The Red Krayola,
Banda Bassotti,
Smog,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.