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 Peru and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sonics to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Mandrill,
Bobby Sherman,
Theoretical Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Goldenarms,
The Searchers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arab on Radar,
Marc Almond,
Shoche,
F. McDonald,
ABBA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camberwell Now,
The Young Rascals,
Saccharine Trust,
The Seeds,
The Kinks,
X-Ray Spex,
Royal Trux,
Duran Duran,
K-Klass,
Funky Four + One,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scion,
The Dead C,
Easy Going,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Green,
The Mummies,
Carl Craig,
B.T. Express,
Pantaleimon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crash Course in Science,
10cc,
Accadde A,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
L. Decosne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pole,
The Dirtbombs,
Graham Central Station,
Maleditus Sound,
The Trojans,
Simply Red,
Tim Buckley,
Nik Kershaw,
The Leaves,
The Fall,
Vainqueur,
Sam Rivers,
Marcia Griffiths,
R.M.O.,
Barry Ungar,
Aural Exciters,
Public Enemy,
Flipper,
Letta Mbulu,
Janne Schatter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joe Finger,
Popol Vuh,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.