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 Sierra Leone and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dual Sessions 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Motorama,
Scan 7,
The Moleskins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeff Lynne,
Marc Almond,
The Misunderstood,
Severed Heads,
Swell Maps,
The Dirtbombs,
The Moody Blues,
Excepter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Loose Ends,
the Swans,
Scratch Acid,
Jacques Brel,
ABC,
kango's stein massive,
The Fall,
The Blackbyrds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jandek,
Kayak,
Henry Cow,
The Gories,
Warsaw,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Can,
Outsiders,
Underground Resistance,
Bluetip,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blossom Toes,
X-102,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scott Walker,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Delta 5,
Gang Starr,
Letta Mbulu,
Supertramp,
Ultra Naté,
Duran Duran,
Flipper,
Surgeon,
Ludus,
Crime,
The Slackers,
Bauhaus,
The Monochrome Set,
The Black Dice,
Delon & Dalcan,
Agitation Free,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fear,
Dead Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.