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 Finland and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Slits to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Swell Maps,
Jeff Lynne,
The Victims,
Depeche Mode,
T. Rex,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stiv Bators,
Unrelated Segments,
Howard Jones,
Bill Near,
Talk Talk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Q65,
Yazoo,
the Human League,
Sex Pistols,
Cheater Slicks,
The Busters,
Andrew Hill,
The Real Kids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alton Ellis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minnie Riperton,
Outsiders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sparks,
Connie Case,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gories,
ABBA,
the Sonics,
Nick Fraelich,
This Heat,
Deadbeat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hoover,
Tropical Tobacco,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Isaac Hayes,
Porter Ricks,
Iggy Pop,
Darondo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bootsy Collins,
Ludus,
Camberwell Now,
Kurtis Blow,
In Retrospect,
Drive Like Jehu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Con Funk Shun,
Yaz,
10cc,
Leonard Cohen,
Stereo Dub,
Marine Girls,
David McCallum,
Smog,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.