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 Turkey and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Brothers Johnson to the rock 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
The Cramps,
Sound Behaviour,
Glambeats Corp.,
Electric Prunes,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Starr,
Mantronix,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Smiths,
Kaleidoscope,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Trumans Water,
Magma,
Cluster,
Bob Dylan,
The Slackers,
Pierre Henry,
the Bar-Kays,
AZ,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Groovy Waters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soft Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Angry Samoans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Subhumans,
Steve Hackett,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fat Boys,
John Foxx,
Black Pus,
The Monks,
Crash Course in Science,
Saccharine Trust,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The United States of America,
Thompson Twins,
Marc Almond,
Matthew Halsall,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun City Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Siglo XX,
R.M.O.,
Maurizio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Unrelated Segments,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Organ,
Rites of Spring,
Agent Orange,
Barrington Levy,
Black Sheep,
Pantytec,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Moody Blues,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.