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 Mexico and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Wolf Eyes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
the Human League,
Yazoo,
Pere Ubu,
Danielle Patucci,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Zero Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vladislav Delay,
The Count Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
Essential Logic,
Massinfluence,
Aural Exciters,
Scientists,
Livin' Joy,
Urselle,
Severed Heads,
Ituana,
Magazine,
The Electric Prunes,
Connie Case,
Das Ding,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Desert Stars,
Moebius,
The Victims,
The Litter,
The Cramps,
Scion,
These Immortal Souls,
Radio Birdman,
The Wake,
Howard Jones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Invisible,
Fat Boys,
The Busters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Infiniti,
Schoolly D,
Leonard Cohen,
Fela Kuti,
Mandrill,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skarface,
a-ha,
Stiv Bators,
The Selecter,
Youth Brigade,
Metal Thangz,
New Order,
The Pretty Things,
Nation of Ulysses,
UT,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.