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 the UAE and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 10cc to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Faust,
Bootsy Collins,
the Bar-Kays,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fire Engines,
The Smiths,
Amazonics,
Ice-T,
Quando Quango,
Bill Near,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Faraquet,
Depeche Mode,
Au Pairs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
10cc,
Rod Modell,
Swell Maps,
EPMD,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sugar Minott,
the Swans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jandek,
Skaos,
Byron Stingily,
The Evens,
The Gun Club,
Absolute Body Control,
Todd Rundgren,
Aaron Thompson,
The Blues Magoos,
The Wake,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun City Girls,
Joe Finger,
Alphaville,
Maurizio,
The Velvet Underground,
Mad Mike,
Marc Almond,
cv313,
Pierre Henry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barclay James Harvest,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gladiators,
Wings,
KRS-One,
Lee Hazlewood,
Television,
Arthur Verocai,
Malaria!,
Alton Ellis,
Anthony Braxton,
Blake Baxter,
Curtis Mayfield,
MDC,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.