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 Maldives and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Move to the electroclash 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Drexciya,
Slave,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Albert Ayler,
D'Angelo,
F. McDonald,
Swell Maps,
Massinfluence,
E-Dancer,
Public Image Ltd.,
Television,
Television Personalities,
Wasted Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kenny Larkin,
Skaos,
The Dirtbombs,
The Monks,
These Immortal Souls,
Oblivians,
The Human League,
Cymande,
Warsaw,
Infiniti,
The Fire Engines,
Kas Product,
Blake Baxter,
Fela Kuti,
Inner City,
Pole,
Vladislav Delay,
Icehouse,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeff Lynne,
The Music Machine,
Funky Four + One,
Stetsasonic,
Morten Harket,
DJ Sneak,
Faraquet,
Heaven 17,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skarface,
Mantronix,
Robert Görl,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Can,
The Real Kids,
B.T. Express,
The Raincoats,
LL Cool J,
Bauhaus,
John Lydon,
Grauzone,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Qualms,
the Swans,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.