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 Uzbekistan and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 T.S.O.L. to the funk 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Matthew Bourne,
10cc,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ossler,
Pylon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pharoah Sanders,
Monolake,
Clear Light,
The Music Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
Procol Harum,
D'Angelo,
Sixth Finger,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Visage,
The Zeros,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Warren Ellis,
The Birthday Party,
Nation of Ulysses,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mojo Men,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Blackbyrds,
Unrelated Segments,
Ken Boothe,
LL Cool J,
Rapeman,
U.S. Maple,
Deadbeat,
DJ Style,
the Normal,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pantytec,
Gong,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Anakelly,
The Star Department,
Nirvana,
Excepter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scratch Acid,
Wings,
Nick Fraelich,
Livin' Joy,
Underground Resistance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sugar Minott,
Ponytail,
Lou Christie,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Tremeloes,
Animal Collective,
La Düsseldorf,
Hasil Adkins,
Max Romeo,
The Divine Comedy,
David McCallum,
Cal Tjader,
kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive.
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.