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 Trinidad & Tobago 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Man Parrish to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
Bill Near,
Cecil Taylor,
Bauhaus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vainqueur,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sam Rivers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joe Smooth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thee Headcoats,
Gong,
Bang On A Can,
Yaz,
Franke,
Max Romeo,
Lucky Dragons,
Stetsasonic,
Graham Central Station,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Human League,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sight & Sound,
the Slits,
Erasure,
Skaos,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bob Dylan,
Warren Ellis,
Masters at Work,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scan 7,
Soul II Soul,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Hood,
Monolake,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thompson Twins,
Mission of Burma,
Country Teasers,
The Fall,
Second Layer,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Names,
The Gap Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eden Ahbez,
In Retrospect,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Moon,
CMW,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.