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 Costa Rica and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 The Neon Judgement to the punk 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo 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?
Tim Buckley,
Depeche Mode,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Moon,
The Gap Band,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rites of Spring,
Todd Terry,
Slick Rick,
Nils Olav,
Buzzcocks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ten City,
Soulsonic Force,
Television Personalities,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
UT,
Oneida,
Gichy Dan,
Minutemen,
David Axelrod,
Vainqueur,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eurythmics,
Wolf Eyes,
Ken Boothe,
Ice-T,
The Young Rascals,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aural Exciters,
The Five Americans,
Wire,
Can,
Sound Behaviour,
Alton Ellis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Clear Light,
cv313,
Max Romeo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Donald Byrd,
DJ Style,
Newcleus,
Robert Görl,
Cheater Slicks,
Cybotron,
the Association,
The Evens,
X-Ray Spex,
Marmalade,
Negative Approach,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Associates,
Tommy Roe,
Davy DMX,
Radiohead,
Morten Harket,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Music Machine,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.