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 Niger and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nils Olav to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Minnie Riperton,
Little Man,
Eddi Front,
Mo-Dettes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang of Four,
The Saints,
David McCallum,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soulsonic Force,
The Victims,
Talk Talk,
The Associates,
Section 25,
Tom Boy,
Joyce Sims,
Howard Jones,
F. McDonald,
Radio Birdman,
Fela Kuti,
The Modern Lovers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
EPMD,
Supertramp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jerry's Kids,
Hardrive,
Delon & Dalcan,
Absolute Body Control,
Scientists,
The Zeros,
Arcadia,
Yellowson,
Grauzone,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Porter Ricks,
The Gories,
Con Funk Shun,
Parry Music,
Jacob Miller,
Hot Snakes,
Pierre Henry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tears for Fears,
Throbbing Gristle,
Suicide,
The Barracudas,
Television,
Graham Central Station,
Agent Orange,
Dennis Brown,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Byron Stingily,
Skriet,
Desert Stars,
Pantytec,
Lindisfarne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.