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 Canada and from Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 American Breed to the electroclash 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neu!,
Connie Case,
Pylon,
Von Mondo,
The Music Machine,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Görl,
Peter and Kerry,
Make Up,
The Misunderstood,
The Walker Brothers,
Index,
Absolute Body Control,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ken Boothe,
Stereo Dub,
Fear,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Liliput,
Aswad,
the Slits,
Ultra Naté,
Max Romeo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Christie,
Neil Young,
Andrew Hill,
Loose Ends,
The Velvet Underground,
Rufus Thomas,
The Slackers,
Goldenarms,
Susan Cadogan,
Rotary Connection,
The Residents,
Ronnie Foster,
Quando Quango,
AZ,
Can,
The Wake,
Royal Trux,
Tres Demented,
Country Teasers,
Todd Rundgren,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Angels of Light,
The Young Rascals,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Barracudas,
D'Angelo,
MDC,
These Immortal Souls,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gladiators,
Wasted Youth,
Panda Bear,
Stiv Bators,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.