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 China and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Human League to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines 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 dance 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 a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Godley & Creme,
Youth Brigade,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Womack,
Marvin Gaye,
48th St. Collective,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dual Sessions,
Sister Nancy,
Amon Düül,
Malaria!,
The Wake,
Outsiders,
Smog,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mandrill,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Slits,
Sound Behaviour,
Lindisfarne,
David McCallum,
Matthew Bourne,
Toni Rubio,
Laurel Aitken,
Neu!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Wally Richardson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
ABC,
Cheater Slicks,
Ronan,
Sight & Sound,
X-101,
The Moleskins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cybotron,
Iggy Pop,
Yazoo,
The Moody Blues,
Quantec,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gap Band,
The Victims,
Half Japanese,
Gong,
The American Breed,
Eric B and Rakim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Association,
Sparks,
Warren Ellis,
Zapp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Slackers,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.