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 Botswana and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Grauzone 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Soft Cell,
Black Flag,
Derrick May,
Tubeway Army,
Magma,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dirtbombs,
Tim Buckley,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vladislav Delay,
The Knickerbockers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Skatalites,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultimate Spinach,
Anthony Braxton,
Swans,
Ralphi Rosario,
David Axelrod,
Silicon Teens,
The Birthday Party,
Morten Harket,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Sherman,
The Happenings,
Motorama,
The Pretty Things,
Shuggie Otis,
Oneida,
Newcleus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moby Grape,
Sällskapet,
Vainqueur,
Hashim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DNA,
The Barracudas,
Icehouse,
Eric Dolphy,
Los Fastidios,
Sam Rivers,
The Modern Lovers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Alarm Clocks,
Half Japanese,
Hasil Adkins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Steve Hackett,
The Wake,
Radio Birdman,
MC5,
Eric Copeland,
Cal Tjader,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.