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 Korea South and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Fat Boys to the crunk 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Swans,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Index,
Roxy Music,
Reagan Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mr. Review,
Joey Negro,
Accadde A,
Leonard Cohen,
The Zeros,
Sixth Finger,
Davy DMX,
The Toasters,
Average White Band,
Scientists,
The Gap Band,
Robert Görl,
Camouflage,
Agent Orange,
H. Thieme,
Dawn Penn,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barrington Levy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arcadia,
Ronan,
Ultra Naté,
Animal Collective,
Jeff Lynne,
the Soft Cell,
E-Dancer,
Deadbeat,
Wolf Eyes,
June of 44,
Arab on Radar,
the Swans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flipper,
Ice-T,
Urselle,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
A Certain Ratio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Charles Mingus,
Grey Daturas,
Intrusion,
The Pop Group,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Procol Harum,
Donald Byrd,
The Gladiators,
Mission of Burma,
Prince Buster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
ABC,
Motorama,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.