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 Nepal and from Halifax.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Robert Görl,
Brothers Johnson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David Bowie,
The Angels of Light,
Ponytail,
Sarah Menescal,
Whodini,
The Human League,
Dorothy Ashby,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter & Gordon,
The Seeds,
Masters at Work,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tears for Fears,
The Victims,
The Toasters,
ABC,
John Coltrane,
The Red Krayola,
Warsaw,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Five Americans,
Max Romeo,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Doors,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fatback Band,
The Searchers,
Patti Smith,
Boz Scaggs,
the Association,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Intrusion,
The United States of America,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Foxx,
Barry Ungar,
The Detroit Cobras,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
The Evens,
Andrew Hill,
Public Enemy,
One Last Wish,
Ornette Coleman,
Absolute Body Control,
Flash Fearless,
Dead Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aural Exciters,
Bauhaus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cal Tjader,
Second Layer,
The Litter,
Skriet,
CMW,
the Normal,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.