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 Malaysia and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Symarip,
The Star Department,
Cybotron,
JFA,
Connie Case,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thompson Twins,
DNA,
Peter & Gordon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Magma,
Roger Hodgson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sarah Menescal,
The Birthday Party,
Joe Smooth,
Black Moon,
Cameo,
Gang Green,
Eric Dolphy,
Pierre Henry,
The Vogues,
Section 25,
Vladislav Delay,
Mo-Dettes,
Television,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eden Ahbez,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cramps,
Cheater Slicks,
Harmonia,
Cecil Taylor,
The Zeros,
Au Pairs,
Guru Guru,
David Bowie,
Kool Moe Dee,
Magazine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moss Icon,
Alton Ellis,
Rekid,
the Fania All-Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Los Fastidios,
Tommy Roe,
Eli Mardock,
Scientists,
Loose Ends,
Young Marble Giants,
Graham Central Station,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joe Finger,
Alphaville,
Soft Machine,
LL Cool J,
Skaos,
Boz Scaggs,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.