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 Tanzania and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet 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 Thompson Twins to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed 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?
Morten Harket,
The Stooges,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Desert Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Susan Cadogan,
Fear,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brass Construction,
The Slackers,
The Star Department,
Spandau Ballet,
Cheater Slicks,
Pantaleimon,
a-ha,
Soft Cell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eve St. Jones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Bar-Kays,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alphaville,
Toni Rubio,
Byron Stingily,
Sight & Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ornette Coleman,
Los Fastidios,
Rakim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Archie Shepp,
MDC,
Neil Young,
Moebius,
Nation of Ulysses,
Depeche Mode,
Joensuu 1685,
Bauhaus,
Terry Callier,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Golliwogs,
Marc Almond,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joey Negro,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boz Scaggs,
Derrick May,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Von Mondo,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Starr,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skriet,
Ronan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Suicide,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.