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 Guatemala and from Shanghai.
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 Mexico City and Manchester.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lakeside to the grunge 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Hot Snakes,
Slick Rick,
The Fire Engines,
Gong,
Roy Ayers,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Womack,
Cymande,
Althea and Donna,
Erasure,
Letta Mbulu,
Eurythmics,
The United States of America,
Oblivians,
Black Flag,
Barrington Levy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Todd Rundgren,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crash Course in Science,
T.S.O.L.,
Don Cherry,
Faraquet,
The Dead C,
Scion,
Bill Wells,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chris & Cosey,
Guru Guru,
Whodini,
Scrapy,
L. Decosne,
The Sound,
The Move,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David Axelrod,
Spandau Ballet,
Section 25,
Chrome,
Marshall Jefferson,
Anthony Braxton,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Scratch Acid,
Kayak,
The Five Americans,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Kinks,
The Techniques,
Average White Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quadrant,
Vladislav Delay,
Arab on Radar,
Funkadelic,
Patti Smith,
Moss Icon,
Laurel Aitken,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.