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 Ethiopia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Bobby Womack to the disco 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Alphaville,
Glenn Branca,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeff Lynne,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Starr,
The Zeros,
Flash Fearless,
Groovy Waters,
Fear,
Glambeats Corp.,
Niagra,
Harmonia,
Agent Orange,
Andrew Hill,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Steve Hackett,
Judy Mowatt,
These Immortal Souls,
Skriet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jacques Brel,
The Buckinghams,
Echospace,
The Dead C,
Ralphi Rosario,
DJ Style,
New Age Steppers,
The Mojo Men,
Lower 48,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boz Scaggs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Talk Talk,
The Fortunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wire,
James White and The Blacks,
Kerri Chandler,
Shuggie Otis,
The Toasters,
The Gladiators,
Blancmange,
Jeff Mills,
Subhumans,
The Count Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Human League,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thompson Twins,
Bauhaus,
Eli Mardock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mr. Review,
Man Eating Sloth,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.