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 Italy and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Erasure to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Letta Mbulu,
X-Ray Spex,
Minny Pops,
Duran Duran,
Bauhaus,
F. McDonald,
Janne Schatter,
Delta 5,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Agitation Free,
Q65,
Q and Not U,
Todd Terry,
Albert Ayler,
Rites of Spring,
The Black Dice,
Aaron Thompson,
Kayak,
John Foxx,
Junior Murvin,
Pylon,
The Slits,
Index,
Carl Craig,
Parry Music,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Barracudas,
Main Source,
Sun Ra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pole,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Japan,
Roy Ayers,
Ten City,
PIL,
Ohio Players,
The Divine Comedy,
Quando Quango,
Tres Demented,
The Real Kids,
Jeff Mills,
48th St. Collective,
The Velvet Underground,
The Stooges,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barclay James Harvest,
Metal Thangz,
Fluxion,
Donald Byrd,
Marmalade,
Angry Samoans,
The Zeros,
Ken Boothe,
Graham Central Station,
Althea and Donna,
Visage,
Malaria!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Newcleus,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.