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 Dominican Republic and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rosa Yemen to the funk 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
JFA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Swans,
K-Klass,
Von Mondo,
Connie Case,
Toni Rubio,
The Index,
Jeff Mills,
Marvin Gaye,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scientists,
Symarip,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Barracudas,
The Happenings,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pantytec,
Big Daddy Kane,
Depeche Mode,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radio Birdman,
The Leaves,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Patti Smith,
Blossom Toes,
Smog,
Sixth Finger,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Music Machine,
Pantaleimon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pussy Galore,
Cal Tjader,
Archie Shepp,
A Certain Ratio,
Stiv Bators,
The Toasters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Royal Trux,
The Grass Roots,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Angry Samoans,
Junior Murvin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Audionom,
The Pop Group,
Bizarre Inc.,
Panda Bear,
Kerri Chandler,
Tears for Fears,
Eden Ahbez,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minnie Riperton,
UT,
Organ,
Schoolly D,
Icehouse,
The Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.