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 Pakistan and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin 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 Glenn Branca to the grunge 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Electric Prunes,
Bauhaus,
Tomorrow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cramps,
DJ Sneak,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nation of Ulysses,
R.M.O.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
Brand Nubian,
Absolute Body Control,
Brass Construction,
Con Funk Shun,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aloha Tigers,
FM Einheit,
Royal Trux,
Trumans Water,
Steve Hackett,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cheater Slicks,
LL Cool J,
Mantronix,
Aaron Thompson,
Deakin,
The Happenings,
Eli Mardock,
Peter and Kerry,
Isaac Hayes,
Rosa Yemen,
the Slits,
Radiohead,
Boz Scaggs,
Mark Hollis,
Thompson Twins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soft Cell,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scott Walker,
Barry Ungar,
The Motions,
Joensuu 1685,
Stereo Dub,
Marcia Griffiths,
Second Layer,
The Raincoats,
Sugar Minott,
Soulsonic Force,
Youth Brigade,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blake Baxter,
Todd Terry,
The Five Americans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.