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 Denmark and from London.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Electric Prunes to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Derrick May,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tears for Fears,
Scientists,
Fugazi,
the Soft Cell,
MDC,
Soft Cell,
Swans,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dead C,
Danielle Patucci,
Motorama,
Soul Sonic Force,
Television Personalities,
Jacob Miller,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soft Machine,
Ludus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun City Girls,
David McCallum,
Wings,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sonics,
Severed Heads,
Ultravox,
EPMD,
Junior Murvin,
cv313,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neu!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Tremeloes,
Buzzcocks,
The Gladiators,
Eric Dolphy,
Groovy Waters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blossom Toes,
Newcleus,
Half Japanese,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Desert Stars,
Circle Jerks,
Whodini,
Supertramp,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wasted Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
Nick Fraelich,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fall,
Radiohead,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camberwell Now,
Black Sheep,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.