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 Seychelles and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 Cymande to the funk 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Bobby Sherman,
Cymande,
X-101,
Jandek,
Liliput,
Metal Thangz,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Young Rascals,
Cecil Taylor,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tim Buckley,
Crime,
Blossom Toes,
Jeff Lynne,
Ossler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mission of Burma,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Siglo XX,
Masters at Work,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
48th St. Collective,
The Five Americans,
Dave Gahan,
Schoolly D,
Ken Boothe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crispy Ambulance,
New Order,
The Moleskins,
Lakeside,
DJ Style,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kas Product,
Lebanon Hanover,
UT,
Monolake,
the Association,
Talk Talk,
The Real Kids,
PIL,
The Knickerbockers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rosa Yemen,
Flipper,
Tommy Roe,
Magma,
Soft Cell,
Cluster,
Godley & Creme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Durutti Column,
Reuben Wilson,
Q65,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crash Course in Science,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.