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 Somalia and from Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Roger Hodgson to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Man Parrish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Negative Approach,
Quadrant,
Interpol,
Terry Callier,
Joy Division,
X-102,
The Birthday Party,
Sun City Girls,
Q and Not U,
Severed Heads,
10cc,
Brand Nubian,
Brass Construction,
Fat Boys,
The Mummies,
The Mojo Men,
Skarface,
Bootsy Collins,
Rufus Thomas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Khruangbin,
The Neon Judgement,
Mr. Review,
The Cramps,
Skriet,
Suicide,
The Doors,
Lou Reed,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New Order,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sexual Harrassment,
Morten Harket,
Bob Dylan,
The Barracudas,
Barbara Tucker,
Darondo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Laurel Aitken,
Carl Craig,
Tres Demented,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Easy Going,
Sam Rivers,
Colin Newman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Wasted Youth,
Black Moon,
Angry Samoans,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dirtbombs,
Sex Pistols,
Howard Jones,
Das Ding,
The Seeds,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.