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 Botswana and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 X-Ray Spex to the punk 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Zapp,
Clear Light,
Pylon,
Erykah Badu,
Pere Ubu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pagans,
The Gories,
Television Personalities,
Babytalk,
the Germs,
Scrapy,
Mark Hollis,
Skarface,
The Beau Brummels,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The New Christs,
Visage,
cv313,
Funky Four + One,
The Fire Engines,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sällskapet,
The Dirtbombs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Electric Prunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Cecil Taylor,
Section 25,
Lyres,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cal Tjader,
The Detroit Cobras,
Y Pants,
Leonard Cohen,
DJ Style,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mr. Review,
Scott Walker,
Neu!,
Mars,
The Music Machine,
Faust,
Excepter,
Porter Ricks,
Arab on Radar,
Half Japanese,
Sight & Sound,
Fluxion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pantytec,
the Swans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yusef Lateef,
Second Layer,
Groovy Waters,
Rotary Connection,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.