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 Tajikistan and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Guru Guru to the punk 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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moss Icon,
Josef K,
Susan Cadogan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Freddie Wadling,
In Retrospect,
Nils Olav,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Beau Brummels,
Fear,
Lower 48,
Grey Daturas,
David Bowie,
The Dirtbombs,
Al Stewart,
Ultravox,
Mars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ornette Coleman,
Animal Collective,
B.T. Express,
Toni Rubio,
Monolake,
Liliput,
The American Breed,
The Tremeloes,
Drexciya,
The Real Kids,
Lee Hazlewood,
L. Decosne,
Black Sheep,
Marc Almond,
Leonard Cohen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eve St. Jones,
Aural Exciters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alphaville,
Wally Richardson,
R.M.O.,
The Stooges,
The Slits,
Fad Gadget,
Accadde A,
Rotary Connection,
Rod Modell,
Mad Mike,
Black Bananas,
Eurythmics,
Oneida,
The Mummies,
Suburban Knight,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
FM Einheit,
Hoover,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.