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 Estonia and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Crooked Eye to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Das Ding,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mad Mike,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Motorama,
DJ Style,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Faraquet,
Theoretical Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
E-Dancer,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Blackbyrds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Infiniti,
Maurizio,
The J.B.'s,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Zapp,
Barbara Tucker,
Alison Limerick,
Joey Negro,
Grauzone,
Goldenarms,
Oblivians,
Organ,
Pussy Galore,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Desert Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
Vladislav Delay,
Quantec,
Stetsasonic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
La Düsseldorf,
Fad Gadget,
Dead Boys,
Y Pants,
Tom Boy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rotary Connection,
The Human League,
Metal Thangz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Buckinghams,
Mo-Dettes,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Pretty Things,
Charles Mingus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joe Finger,
Lakeside,
DNA,
Sandy B,
The Walker Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.