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 Turkey and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 World's Most to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Rites of Spring,
Popol Vuh,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Zapp,
Delta 5,
Eden Ahbez,
Terrestrial Tones,
Excepter,
The Cowsills,
Wings,
The Modern Lovers,
the Sonics,
Black Moon,
Bluetip,
Procol Harum,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Motorama,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Young Rascals,
Groovy Waters,
Eric Dolphy,
John Coltrane,
Lalann,
Bobby Byrd,
The Motions,
kango's stein massive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New Order,
Minny Pops,
Das Ding,
Robert Hood,
The Zeros,
Ponytail,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Colin Newman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radiohead,
Subhumans,
Crooked Eye,
Agent Orange,
Sonic Youth,
Lower 48,
Lyres,
Blake Baxter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Martian,
Gang Starr,
Mark Hollis,
Eric B and Rakim,
ABBA,
Rufus Thomas,
Mantronix,
Funky Four + One,
the Association,
Mandrill,
The Barracudas,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.