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 New Zealand and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 The Monks to the grunge 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
AZ,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soft Cell,
Kaleidoscope,
The Slits,
Infiniti,
The New Christs,
PIL,
Sonny Sharrock,
FM Einheit,
Pantaleimon,
Althea and Donna,
Electric Prunes,
ABC,
Faust,
Jerry's Kids,
Suicide,
Sound Behaviour,
John Lydon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David Bowie,
the Bar-Kays,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bill Near,
Unrelated Segments,
Faraquet,
Aural Exciters,
the Human League,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amazonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moss Icon,
Oblivians,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Technova,
Black Pus,
Donny Hathaway,
One Last Wish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tres Demented,
Bill Wells,
Oneida,
Johnny Clarke,
Babytalk,
Audionom,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Saccharine Trust,
Ludus,
Bobby Womack,
Goldenarms,
Bush Tetras,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Michelle Simonal,
the Slits,
Drive Like Jehu,
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.