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 Saudi Arabia and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roxy Music,
The Mojo Men,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Human League,
Neu!,
Blossom Toes,
Massinfluence,
Zero Boys,
Dark Day,
Absolute Body Control,
The Tremeloes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Remains,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Popol Vuh,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soul Sonic Force,
China Crisis,
Stereo Dub,
Albert Ayler,
Hashim,
Adolescents,
F. McDonald,
Soft Cell,
Aaron Thompson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bronski Beat,
Magma,
Altered Images,
Saccharine Trust,
Swell Maps,
Crash Course in Science,
The Monks,
This Heat,
UT,
Pylon,
The Doors,
Excepter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
JFA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultra Naté,
Leonard Cohen,
Todd Terry,
Eden Ahbez,
The Trojans,
The Moody Blues,
The Cure,
The Skatalites,
Negative Approach,
The Monochrome Set,
Amon Düül,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
T.S.O.L.,
a-ha,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.