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 Honduras and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 The Standells to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Franke,
Bobby Sherman,
Harmonia,
Surgeon,
Patti Smith,
Cal Tjader,
The Black Dice,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blancmange,
Camouflage,
Monolake,
Unrelated Segments,
Circle Jerks,
Average White Band,
Sun Ra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Wyatt,
Deakin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dead C,
Todd Rundgren,
Moss Icon,
Simply Red,
The Raincoats,
Q and Not U,
Yaz,
Rod Modell,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tears for Fears,
The Toasters,
Mission of Burma,
Jeff Lynne,
Crash Course in Science,
Interpol,
48th St. Collective,
Arcadia,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bad Manners,
Eyeless In Gaza,
ABC,
Morten Harket,
Hoover,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pylon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dead Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Velvet Underground,
Freddie Wadling,
The Wake,
David McCallum,
Josef K,
Jacques Brel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.