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 Monaco and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron 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 World's Most to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Leonard Cohen,
Sarah Menescal,
Skarface,
The Human League,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tomorrow,
Graham Central Station,
Eric Copeland,
Wolf Eyes,
Grauzone,
Flipper,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Five Americans,
Quadrant,
Suburban Knight,
Al Stewart,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Heaven 17,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Man Parrish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hasil Adkins,
ABBA,
Laurel Aitken,
Can,
Pantaleimon,
Arthur Verocai,
X-102,
The Martian,
Franke,
Jacob Miller,
The Moody Blues,
The Toasters,
Wings,
Jeff Mills,
The Count Five,
Robert Görl,
Section 25,
Average White Band,
The Doors,
Motorama,
Animal Collective,
Joensuu 1685,
Tom Boy,
Chris & Cosey,
CMW,
Kaleidoscope,
The Birthday Party,
Essential Logic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fatback Band,
Parry Music,
Shuggie Otis,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Residents,
The Motions,
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.