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 South Africa and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Main Source 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Quadrant,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barclay James Harvest,
La Düsseldorf,
Icehouse,
Harry Pussy,
Maleditus Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ornette Coleman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Music Machine,
Angry Samoans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Birthday Party,
Arcadia,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wire,
Delta 5,
Nico,
Cal Tjader,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bob Dylan,
Ohio Players,
Clear Light,
The Monks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cure,
The Gap Band,
Urselle,
Deepchord,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Görl,
LL Cool J,
Main Source,
Barrington Levy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Negative Approach,
The Mummies,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Litter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Morten Harket,
Letta Mbulu,
Arab on Radar,
Fluxion,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scan 7,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Spoonie Gee,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Masters at Work,
Crash Course in Science,
Rekid,
the Bar-Kays,
The Names,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.