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 Philippines and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Organ 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
The Saints,
Liliput,
Freddie Wadling,
The Skatalites,
Drexciya,
Popol Vuh,
Babytalk,
Accadde A,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aaron Thompson,
Urselle,
Terry Callier,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Schoolly D,
The Slackers,
Rapeman,
Motorama,
DJ Sneak,
Ituana,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rosa Yemen,
Roy Ayers,
Thompson Twins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mars,
Infiniti,
Pagans,
Michelle Simonal,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minor Threat,
Agitation Free,
Byron Stingily,
Leonard Cohen,
Henry Cow,
Malaria!,
Japan,
Sparks,
The Martian,
Lucky Dragons,
Rotary Connection,
The Fugs,
The Moleskins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Glenn Branca,
Outsiders,
In Retrospect,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Birthday Party,
Joensuu 1685,
Oneida,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Second Layer,
OOIOO,
Electric Prunes,
Morten Harket,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.