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 Nicaragua and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Camouflage to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Soft Machine,
Tomorrow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bill Near,
Mary Jane Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Sherman,
Theoretical Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Normal,
Marc Almond,
Khruangbin,
Organ,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Moleskins,
Youth Brigade,
Lungfish,
Von Mondo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Junior Murvin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blake Baxter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeff Lynne,
The Misunderstood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Alarm Clocks,
Symarip,
Tommy Roe,
The Blackbyrds,
Monolake,
Gang Starr,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eddi Front,
Q and Not U,
Hoover,
Gong,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Absolute Body Control,
Glenn Branca,
The Trojans,
the Soft Cell,
Cybotron,
Tears for Fears,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harmonia,
The Five Americans,
Kas Product,
The Music Machine,
Soft Cell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mandrill,
Electric Prunes,
Siglo XX,
Infiniti,
Wally Richardson,
Angry Samoans,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.