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 Tonga and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Intrusion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Swell Maps,
Japan,
Swans,
Make Up,
the Bar-Kays,
Lebanon Hanover,
Duran Duran,
H. Thieme,
Sixth Finger,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Delta 5,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Panda Bear,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tears for Fears,
the Human League,
In Retrospect,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roy Ayers,
The Litter,
Althea and Donna,
Chris & Cosey,
Clear Light,
Goldenarms,
Model 500,
Grauzone,
EPMD,
Sun Ra,
Sight & Sound,
The Zeros,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amon Düül,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arab on Radar,
Slave,
Ultravox,
Todd Terry,
kango's stein massive,
Jacob Miller,
The Offenders,
The Detroit Cobras,
Drexciya,
Wings,
The Victims,
Simply Red,
New York Dolls,
Pere Ubu,
cv313,
Crooked Eye,
Young Marble Giants,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fugazi,
Nils Olav,
FM Einheit,
Unrelated Segments,
Bootsy Collins,
Rakim,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.