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 Colombia and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Normal to the crunk 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
E-Dancer,
Ultravox,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kerrie Biddell,
Laurel Aitken,
The Golliwogs,
Absolute Body Control,
Patti Smith,
Fugazi,
Rakim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Albert Ayler,
Kaleidoscope,
One Last Wish,
Spandau Ballet,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric Dolphy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kevin Saunderson,
Groovy Waters,
F. McDonald,
Swans,
Banda Bassotti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jacob Miller,
Wally Richardson,
Malaria!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Freddie Wadling,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lower 48,
Derrick Morgan,
The Slits,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quando Quango,
Japan,
The Associates,
Ice-T,
Robert Hood,
Howard Jones,
Skriet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Letta Mbulu,
X-Ray Spex,
Subhumans,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Foxx,
X-101,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sonics,
Silicon Teens,
Hot Snakes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crispian St. Peters,
Josef K,
Second Layer,
The Birthday Party,
Alphaville,
Marvin Gaye,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.