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 Indonesia and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Byron Stingily to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Negative Approach,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wasted Youth,
Second Layer,
Neu!,
Camberwell Now,
The New Christs,
Half Japanese,
the Sonics,
cv313,
Moebius,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
June of 44,
The Golliwogs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lightning Bolt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Qualms,
ABC,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joey Negro,
ABBA,
Franke,
Thompson Twins,
MC5,
Kool Moe Dee,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Amon Düül II,
Blancmange,
Whodini,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Byrd,
Bush Tetras,
Harry Pussy,
Swans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neil Young,
The Victims,
Ken Boothe,
Ronan,
The Fortunes,
Newcleus,
Gichy Dan,
Suicide,
Nas,
Marine Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lower 48,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lungfish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pagans,
Brand Nubian,
Spandau Ballet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.