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 Sweden and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Big Daddy Kane to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Ponytail,
Zapp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Toni Rubio,
Mantronix,
Das Ding,
Anakelly,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Toasters,
Juan Atkins,
Maurizio,
Suburban Knight,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Misunderstood,
R.M.O.,
This Heat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Godley & Creme,
Von Mondo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ken Boothe,
Stiv Bators,
MDC,
Sun Ra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pussy Galore,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Average White Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yaz,
James White and The Blacks,
Make Up,
Tres Demented,
Spoonie Gee,
Moby Grape,
Joe Smooth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Wake,
48th St. Collective,
Sparks,
Clear Light,
Jerry's Kids,
Electric Prunes,
Massinfluence,
Underground Resistance,
Niagra,
Sällskapet,
Urselle,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bauhaus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Panda Bear,
Amon Düül,
Royal Trux,
Rod Modell,
Popol Vuh,
Wasted Youth,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.