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 Liberia and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Walker Brothers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
The Busters,
ABC,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Monks,
Marvin Gaye,
PIL,
Shoche,
Ludus,
Japan,
The Sound,
Brass Construction,
Little Man,
Lower 48,
Ten City,
Fatback Band,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Byrd,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Neon Judgement,
Alton Ellis,
The Litter,
Cecil Taylor,
Maleditus Sound,
Juan Atkins,
The Fuzztones,
Echospace,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quando Quango,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dual Sessions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric Dolphy,
The Real Kids,
Steve Hackett,
Wings,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ronan,
Amon Düül,
Scion,
Television Personalities,
Radiohead,
Ponytail,
Mr. Review,
Crime,
Cybotron,
X-102,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Johnny Clarke,
The Pop Group,
Neil Young,
Bronski Beat,
Q65,
New York Dolls,
10cc,
Excepter,
Albert Ayler,
Royal Trux,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Techniques,
Mandrill,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.