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 Dominican Republic and from London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Bauhaus 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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Harmonia,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Qualms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grey Daturas,
Moebius,
Masters at Work,
Main Source,
Livin' Joy,
Sam Rivers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Second Layer,
Yusef Lateef,
The Smoke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ludus,
Soft Machine,
OOIOO,
Crooked Eye,
Eurythmics,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeff Lynne,
Intrusion,
This Heat,
Nas,
Amon Düül,
Kerrie Biddell,
Davy DMX,
The Five Americans,
Lakeside,
Soft Cell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fear,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cluster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Moody Blues,
Basic Channel,
Ronnie Foster,
The Martian,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Happenings,
The Last Poets,
Fluxion,
Thompson Twins,
X-Ray Spex,
T.S.O.L.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
ABC,
Quantec,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
FM Einheit,
Banda Bassotti,
PIL,
Y Pants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Magazine,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.