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 Montenegro and from Manila.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Lalo Schifrin to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Whodini,
Minor Threat,
Barry Ungar,
The Zeros,
Jeru the Damaja,
Laurel Aitken,
H. Thieme,
The Dead C,
Wally Richardson,
Isaac Hayes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eli Mardock,
The Invisible,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hot Snakes,
Livin' Joy,
CMW,
Loose Ends,
John Lydon,
Swans,
Donny Hathaway,
Amazonics,
The Young Rascals,
The Monochrome Set,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Girls At Our Best!,
Max Romeo,
Agitation Free,
Erykah Badu,
FM Einheit,
Clear Light,
The Moleskins,
Second Layer,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Soft Cell,
The Move,
Wasted Youth,
The Mojo Men,
This Heat,
Infiniti,
Jacob Miller,
Piero Umiliani,
The Names,
Bobby Byrd,
The Busters,
June of 44,
Arthur Verocai,
Unwound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crash Course in Science,
Grauzone,
The Grass Roots,
The Blues Magoos,
Pierre Henry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Man Eating Sloth,
Japan,
the Human League,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.