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 Gabon and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sparks to the funk 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
B.T. Express,
Barrington Levy,
ABBA,
CMW,
Wally Richardson,
Smog,
Glenn Branca,
Technova,
Godley & Creme,
Laurel Aitken,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Half Japanese,
Mark Hollis,
Tom Boy,
The Star Department,
Bauhaus,
Rapeman,
The Modern Lovers,
Whodini,
Pagans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quantec,
Porter Ricks,
Reuben Wilson,
Scrapy,
Funky Four + One,
The Fortunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soul II Soul,
Mad Mike,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David Axelrod,
Gerry Rafferty,
Duran Duran,
Roger Hodgson,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Victims,
Suburban Knight,
D'Angelo,
Sexual Harrassment,
June Days,
Judy Mowatt,
The Techniques,
Terry Callier,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Girls At Our Best!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Y Pants,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Normal,
Suicide,
H. Thieme,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moebius,
Tubeway Army,
Second Layer,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Unwound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.