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 Georgia and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Hoover to the punk 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Blake Baxter,
The Litter,
Banda Bassotti,
Ice-T,
David Axelrod,
The Happenings,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camouflage,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aswad,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ornette Coleman,
Henry Cow,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Warren Ellis,
Spandau Ballet,
New York Dolls,
The Gories,
Gang Gang Dance,
The American Breed,
Pagans,
Panda Bear,
Grauzone,
Royal Trux,
Tres Demented,
OOIOO,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Swans,
The Selecter,
Masters at Work,
U.S. Maple,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
L. Decosne,
Sun Ra,
Davy DMX,
Tim Buckley,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Michelle Simonal,
Cybotron,
Minny Pops,
Quantec,
Outsiders,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roger Hodgson,
the Bar-Kays,
Godley & Creme,
Sparks,
Metal Thangz,
The J.B.'s,
Rosa Yemen,
Ituana,
Heaven 17,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deadbeat,
Scan 7,
Carl Craig,
Joensuu 1685,
Absolute Body Control,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.