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 Morocco and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 the Human League to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Judy Mowatt,
Sister Nancy,
World's Most,
Hardrive,
Oneida,
The Tremeloes,
The Slackers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quantec,
Excepter,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rites of Spring,
Pulsallama,
Jesper Dahlback,
Girls At Our Best!,
Henry Cow,
Kenny Larkin,
Camouflage,
Roger Hodgson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pussy Galore,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Soft Cell,
Neu!,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ohio Players,
Donald Byrd,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barry Ungar,
Traffic Nightmare,
R.M.O.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lightning Bolt,
Mantronix,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sonic Youth,
Vainqueur,
The Monks,
The Fortunes,
Roxette,
Ludus,
Frankie Knuckles,
ABBA,
Tears for Fears,
The Shadows of Knight,
Goldenarms,
Bush Tetras,
Barclay James Harvest,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cymande,
Bob Dylan,
The Red Krayola,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brass Construction,
Pere Ubu,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.