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 Gabon and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Misunderstood to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
cv313,
The Saints,
The Martian,
The Invisible,
R.M.O.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skarface,
UT,
Sam Rivers,
Brand Nubian,
Marmalade,
Glenn Branca,
Bizarre Inc.,
Magazine,
Vladislav Delay,
Lyres,
Arcadia,
Niagra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mojo Men,
Hardrive,
David Axelrod,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Trumans Water,
Youth Brigade,
Johnny Clarke,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pole,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Suburban Knight,
Hasil Adkins,
Lindisfarne,
The Techniques,
Grauzone,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kayak,
Silicon Teens,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Reagan Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
U.S. Maple,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Interpol,
Mandrill,
Moby Grape,
Jerry's Kids,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Faust,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gories,
Iggy Pop,
OOIOO,
the Slits,
Sparks,
Camberwell Now,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.