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 Croatia and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fire Engines to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Urselle,
KRS-One,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Public Enemy,
Ohio Players,
Alison Limerick,
The Doors,
Brass Construction,
Aloha Tigers,
the Swans,
Siglo XX,
Cymande,
Yaz,
Interpol,
Eli Mardock,
L. Decosne,
Spoonie Gee,
Liliput,
Rotary Connection,
Morten Harket,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Unwound,
Black Pus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Smoke,
The Leaves,
Electric Prunes,
Barry Ungar,
Roxy Music,
Kurtis Blow,
Josef K,
Eve St. Jones,
The Count Five,
F. McDonald,
EPMD,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pole,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Martian,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Talk Talk,
Skaos,
Roger Hodgson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marc Almond,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cameo,
The Offenders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Reagan Youth,
The Litter,
Joey Negro,
Monolake,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.