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 Barbados and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Lou Reed 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 Lalo Schifrin to the grunge 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Warren Ellis,
The Martian,
This Heat,
The Remains,
Silicon Teens,
Nik Kershaw,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jacques Brel,
The Smiths,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Normal,
Pylon,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Bar-Kays,
Ituana,
Infiniti,
The Busters,
Scan 7,
Theoretical Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric Dolphy,
Nas,
Oblivians,
Ultravox,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lyres,
Bobby Womack,
Deepchord,
Toni Rubio,
La Düsseldorf,
Cameo,
Can,
the Germs,
Sister Nancy,
Suburban Knight,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Divine Comedy,
Donny Hathaway,
The Leaves,
Rufus Thomas,
Schoolly D,
Dual Sessions,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grauzone,
The Index,
Moby Grape,
Roger Hodgson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Khruangbin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Cale,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.