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 Libya and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Morten Harket to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Skriet,
Minutemen,
Grey Daturas,
Icehouse,
Popol Vuh,
Q and Not U,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Searchers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Accadde A,
Shoche,
The Wake,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Babytalk,
Tres Demented,
Mark Hollis,
Mars,
Colin Newman,
Q65,
Intrusion,
Thee Headcoats,
The Toasters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rites of Spring,
Reuben Wilson,
In Retrospect,
Minny Pops,
Piero Umiliani,
Blake Baxter,
John Coltrane,
The Doors,
Mo-Dettes,
The Martian,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed,
Crooked Eye,
Lindisfarne,
Cecil Taylor,
Duran Duran,
Freddie Wadling,
Trumans Water,
Flamin' Groovies,
D'Angelo,
June Days,
Pagans,
Sixth Finger,
Alphaville,
Sound Behaviour,
Rakim,
Qualms,
The Seeds,
Soul II Soul,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oneida,
Banda Bassotti,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Moleskins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Matthew Halsall,
Unwound,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.