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 Japan and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Victims to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Albert Ayler,
Outsiders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ronnie Foster,
Lower 48,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric Copeland,
Popol Vuh,
Flash Fearless,
Marine Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Sonic Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
The Electric Prunes,
Ludus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chris & Cosey,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sight & Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Q65,
Cameo,
Newcleus,
Slave,
The Vogues,
Von Mondo,
Brick,
Eric Dolphy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kas Product,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fat Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Angry Samoans,
One Last Wish,
Negative Approach,
Cal Tjader,
The Blues Magoos,
Average White Band,
Neil Young,
Soulsonic Force,
Dawn Penn,
Stetsasonic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Zeros,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Siglo XX,
Black Sheep,
Royal Trux,
Laurel Aitken,
The Index,
Wasted Youth,
Amazonics,
Arthur Verocai,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.