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 Germany and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 The Searchers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Man Parrish,
Supertramp,
Robert Hood,
Monks,
John Cale,
The Move,
Spandau Ballet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Drexciya,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joe Finger,
Mark Hollis,
Dave Gahan,
Al Stewart,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Womack,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tubeway Army,
Eric Dolphy,
The Count Five,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang of Four,
Flash Fearless,
Whodini,
Panda Bear,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Monolake,
Tears for Fears,
Bush Tetras,
La Düsseldorf,
The Modern Lovers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cure,
Massinfluence,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minutemen,
The Blackbyrds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dual Sessions,
The Wake,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lungfish,
E-Dancer,
Metal Thangz,
New Order,
Sonic Youth,
Television,
T. Rex,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Archie Shepp,
Eden Ahbez,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun City Girls,
Popol Vuh,
The Kinks,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.