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 Peru and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Heaven 17 to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Interpol,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Christie,
Marine Girls,
Man Parrish,
Pere Ubu,
Visage,
Eve St. Jones,
Section 25,
The Dead C,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobbi Humphrey,
H. Thieme,
Harry Pussy,
Average White Band,
AZ,
Cymande,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Görl,
Dual Sessions,
Monks,
Gabor Szabo,
Drexciya,
Josef K,
UT,
Danielle Patucci,
Amazonics,
the Human League,
Rosa Yemen,
Ronan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kerri Chandler,
Donald Byrd,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brass Construction,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neu!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Main Source,
Sam Rivers,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chris & Cosey,
Kurtis Blow,
Colin Newman,
The Index,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Hood,
Tommy Roe,
The Divine Comedy,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Index,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Can,
The Birthday Party,
Yellowson,
Niagra,
Soft Machine,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.