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 Denmark and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Chris & Cosey to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Mad Mike,
Groovy Waters,
Don Cherry,
Black Bananas,
Davy DMX,
Kool Moe Dee,
Royal Trux,
Lalann,
The Electric Prunes,
Hashim,
Donald Byrd,
Outsiders,
Cecil Taylor,
Angry Samoans,
Cymande,
Niagra,
The Gun Club,
LL Cool J,
Livin' Joy,
Agent Orange,
Delta 5,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dead C,
One Last Wish,
Brick,
Rotary Connection,
the Soft Cell,
Scrapy,
Faust,
a-ha,
Suburban Knight,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Young Rascals,
Clear Light,
Bob Dylan,
Television Personalities,
B.T. Express,
Mars,
Intrusion,
Reuben Wilson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grauzone,
Soulsonic Force,
Nils Olav,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Gang Dance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Sherman,
Nik Kershaw,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Slackers,
Quadrant,
Pylon,
The Evens,
The Residents,
Joey Negro,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.