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 Swaziland and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Moby Grape to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Charles Mingus,
The Cure,
Accadde A,
Outsiders,
Sex Pistols,
Ten City,
Black Bananas,
PIL,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Television Personalities,
Shuggie Otis,
Bad Manners,
Crispian St. Peters,
OOIOO,
The Mummies,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brass Construction,
China Crisis,
Ohio Players,
Tres Demented,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Foxx,
Roy Ayers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nik Kershaw,
Aloha Tigers,
Thompson Twins,
Joy Division,
Harpers Bizarre,
Glenn Branca,
Mission of Burma,
Moby Grape,
Alice Coltrane,
Marc Almond,
Excepter,
Neu!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DNA,
Faraquet,
Depeche Mode,
Yusef Lateef,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dual Sessions,
ABC,
Stetsasonic,
The Buckinghams,
Kurtis Blow,
Bush Tetras,
Patti Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Laurel Aitken,
X-Ray Spex,
Joe Finger,
Kenny Larkin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Visage,
Popol Vuh,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Slits,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.