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 Syria and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Wolf Eyes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barry Ungar,
JFA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ohio Players,
The Offenders,
Jeff Mills,
PIL,
Johnny Clarke,
Loose Ends,
Flipper,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Royal Trux,
The Human League,
the Association,
The Five Americans,
ABC,
Rapeman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Underground Resistance,
Electric Prunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Section 25,
Newcleus,
Brass Construction,
Kevin Saunderson,
T. Rex,
Aaron Thompson,
Zapp,
Lower 48,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Schoolly D,
Gang of Four,
Alice Coltrane,
Unwound,
Thompson Twins,
Quadrant,
Young Marble Giants,
Al Stewart,
Jacques Brel,
B.T. Express,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Josef K,
Harpers Bizarre,
Guru Guru,
Funkadelic,
Visage,
Scion,
H. Thieme,
Kayak,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Parry Music,
The Angels of Light,
Hoover,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pulsallama,
The Knickerbockers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.