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 Greece and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric Dolphy,
Sex Pistols,
Rosa Yemen,
Excepter,
Ornette Coleman,
ABBA,
Tim Buckley,
Little Man,
The Gap Band,
Marc Almond,
Erasure,
Moss Icon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wolf Eyes,
Lalann,
Sparks,
Anakelly,
AZ,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fortunes,
The Cowsills,
Theoretical Girls,
UT,
Gabor Szabo,
Max Romeo,
Leonard Cohen,
Electric Prunes,
Deadbeat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alison Limerick,
Kas Product,
Barclay James Harvest,
Organ,
MDC,
Wasted Youth,
Steve Hackett,
Suicide,
Grey Daturas,
Ronnie Foster,
Erykah Badu,
Joyce Sims,
Saccharine Trust,
Country Teasers,
Flash Fearless,
CMW,
Arcadia,
Crash Course in Science,
Loose Ends,
Kenny Larkin,
Zapp,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cure,
Tommy Roe,
Marmalade,
Pulsallama,
Pere Ubu,
Archie Shepp,
T. Rex,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.