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 Bulgaria 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eli Mardock to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Bobby Sherman,
Average White Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sexual Harrassment,
Section 25,
Loose Ends,
Magazine,
Sun City Girls,
Ludus,
Tubeway Army,
Chris Corsano,
Wolf Eyes,
Sam Rivers,
Arthur Verocai,
OOIOO,
The Detroit Cobras,
Con Funk Shun,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ice-T,
Mandrill,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lungfish,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mummies,
The Wake,
David Bowie,
The Index,
Brass Construction,
Basic Channel,
Archie Shepp,
Darondo,
Ken Boothe,
Excepter,
Juan Atkins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Little Man,
Gichy Dan,
The Techniques,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Susan Cadogan,
Carl Craig,
Mission of Burma,
The Offenders,
David McCallum,
Jerry's Kids,
Soul II Soul,
Talk Talk,
The Slits,
Sex Pistols,
Thee Headcoats,
Skriet,
Au Pairs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Danielle Patucci,
Wally Richardson,
Peter & Gordon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rod Modell,
Roger Hodgson,
Wings,
Eve St. Jones,
Cal Tjader,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.