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 San Marino and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Accadde A to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
the Slits,
Theoretical Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Wire,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fuzztones,
New Order,
Roxette,
Pet Shop Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roy Ayers,
Flash Fearless,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gong,
Donald Byrd,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oblivians,
Eddi Front,
The Doors,
The Divine Comedy,
Scion,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed,
Neil Young,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hasil Adkins,
Faust,
Scrapy,
Qualms,
The Moody Blues,
Japan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kenny Larkin,
The Names,
Soulsonic Force,
Moss Icon,
Max Romeo,
Cal Tjader,
Pole,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sällskapet,
Susan Cadogan,
Tubeway Army,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crime,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultra Naté,
Barbara Tucker,
Radio Birdman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jacob Miller,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.