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 Japan and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Flipper to the funk 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Trumans Water,
Matthew Halsall,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soul II Soul,
The Moleskins,
The Kinks,
Warsaw,
Gabor Szabo,
Soft Machine,
Anakelly,
Suburban Knight,
Jeff Lynne,
Andrew Hill,
Pussy Galore,
Arcadia,
Tim Buckley,
Eddi Front,
New York Dolls,
Procol Harum,
Cymande,
Amon Düül II,
Joensuu 1685,
The Martian,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lower 48,
Ice-T,
Spandau Ballet,
Skarface,
Unrelated Segments,
The Five Americans,
Panda Bear,
Blossom Toes,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sonics,
Graham Central Station,
Ornette Coleman,
Nation of Ulysses,
48th St. Collective,
Bill Wells,
The Invisible,
Bluetip,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric Dolphy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Funkadelic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Index,
U.S. Maple,
The Blues Magoos,
Patti Smith,
Joy Division,
Wire,
The Music Machine,
The Grass Roots,
The Trojans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Laurel Aitken,
a-ha,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.