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 Australia and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Ultravox to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Isaac Hayes,
Warren Ellis,
Con Funk Shun,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bill Wells,
U.S. Maple,
John Lydon,
The Busters,
Joensuu 1685,
cv313,
Eden Ahbez,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Names,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter & Gordon,
Albert Ayler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultravox,
Funky Four + One,
Black Sheep,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Television Personalities,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Index,
The American Breed,
The Victims,
Avey Tare,
Symarip,
Black Bananas,
Eric Copeland,
X-102,
Thee Headcoats,
Underground Resistance,
Oneida,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yusef Lateef,
Crash Course in Science,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Livin' Joy,
Groovy Waters,
Von Mondo,
The Slackers,
Chris Corsano,
Gregory Isaacs,
Slave,
Rekid,
Main Source,
Unrelated Segments,
Mary Jane Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Black Moon,
Terry Callier,
Q65,
The Human League,
Gang Green,
Harmonia,
The Barracudas,
The Gap Band,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.