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 Mauritania and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the crunk 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Maleditus Sound,
Fat Boys,
Aural Exciters,
The Durutti Column,
The Velvet Underground,
Niagra,
The Moody Blues,
Camouflage,
Connie Case,
Infiniti,
The Star Department,
Theoretical Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cowsills,
PIL,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Freddie Wadling,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rites of Spring,
Ken Boothe,
The Invisible,
Yaz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minor Threat,
Schoolly D,
Agent Orange,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terrestrial Tones,
DNA,
Scott Walker,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The New Christs,
Minny Pops,
Marvin Gaye,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Monks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pulsallama,
Audionom,
Joey Negro,
Mission of Burma,
Boredoms,
R.M.O.,
Japan,
kango's stein massive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crime,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter and Kerry,
Quadrant,
Radio Birdman,
Pole,
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.