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 Finland and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 The Offenders 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Kayak,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New Age Steppers,
T.S.O.L.,
Darondo,
The Sonics,
X-102,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Agitation Free,
Metal Thangz,
cv313,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Black Dice,
Loose Ends,
Anthony Braxton,
Make Up,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Byrd,
KRS-One,
Bootsy Collins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric Dolphy,
Marine Girls,
Little Man,
Duran Duran,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pere Ubu,
The Velvet Underground,
the Fania All-Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mark Hollis,
The Real Kids,
Colin Newman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cybotron,
B.T. Express,
Agent Orange,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Essential Logic,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fire Engines,
Joyce Sims,
The Motions,
The Buckinghams,
Qualms,
Sun City Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Television,
Lou Reed,
Kas Product,
Zero Boys,
Tears for Fears,
The Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
E-Dancer,
Supertramp,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.