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 Bahrain and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 Neu! to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Interpol,
Inner City,
The Young Rascals,
Tears for Fears,
Charles Mingus,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fall,
Japan,
Deakin,
Black Moon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
The Selecter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
ABC,
In Retrospect,
Altered Images,
Thompson Twins,
Sixth Finger,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Bar-Kays,
The Doors,
Laurel Aitken,
OOIOO,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lungfish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alton Ellis,
Roxy Music,
Qualms,
Q and Not U,
The Neon Judgement,
Soulsonic Force,
Donny Hathaway,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Little Man,
Funkadelic,
Can,
Bluetip,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camouflage,
Rod Modell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kas Product,
Peter & Gordon,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mandrill,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Make Up,
Guru Guru,
Jandek,
U.S. Maple,
Amazonics,
Adolescents,
Thee Headcoats,
Vladislav Delay,
Slave,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.