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 Kuwait and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the grime 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Neil Young,
Yazoo,
Derrick May,
The Techniques,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-Ray Spex,
Dead Boys,
Black Moon,
Lungfish,
Lou Christie,
Spoonie Gee,
Moby Grape,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Residents,
Lindisfarne,
The Mummies,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joey Negro,
Idris Muhammad,
Blossom Toes,
The Monks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Coltrane,
Buzzcocks,
Warsaw,
Dawn Penn,
the Sonics,
Soft Cell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ossler,
La Düsseldorf,
Henry Cow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wally Richardson,
Desert Stars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
T. Rex,
Colin Newman,
Dennis Brown,
DJ Sneak,
Eve St. Jones,
Whodini,
Nico,
Dual Sessions,
Piero Umiliani,
Procol Harum,
Porter Ricks,
Technova,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
China Crisis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Spandau Ballet,
Section 25,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.