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 Armenia and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Magazine to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gabor Szabo,
Franke,
Faust,
The Associates,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Moody Blues,
Lalann,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Moon,
K-Klass,
Pantaleimon,
Funkadelic,
The Sonics,
Cameo,
Eli Mardock,
Gang of Four,
The Invisible,
Soul II Soul,
Basic Channel,
Drexciya,
Thompson Twins,
H. Thieme,
Reagan Youth,
Joe Smooth,
Lower 48,
Q and Not U,
These Immortal Souls,
Nirvana,
Soulsonic Force,
Mission of Burma,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Unwound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Human League,
Spandau Ballet,
Absolute Body Control,
Magma,
Jeff Lynne,
Echospace,
Wasted Youth,
Niagra,
Slick Rick,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
World's Most,
James White and The Blacks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eden Ahbez,
Joensuu 1685,
Alton Ellis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ituana,
The Mummies,
Liliput,
Bobby Byrd,
Pussy Galore,
Sight & Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Animal Collective,
Scion,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.