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 United States and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bush Tetras to the punk 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Oneida,
Heaven 17,
Jeff Lynne,
Eli Mardock,
the Germs,
Pagans,
Fad Gadget,
Ultimate Spinach,
Idris Muhammad,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brick,
Tom Boy,
Fluxion,
Joensuu 1685,
Minny Pops,
The Electric Prunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Lydon,
CMW,
Camouflage,
Y Pants,
The Blackbyrds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Association,
Drexciya,
This Heat,
The Offenders,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ludus,
Sonic Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Christie,
The Dirtbombs,
The Tremeloes,
Talk Talk,
Iggy Pop,
Boz Scaggs,
The Velvet Underground,
Banda Bassotti,
A Certain Ratio,
The Slits,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Danielle Patucci,
Supertramp,
X-Ray Spex,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yazoo,
Robert Wyatt,
Scientists,
Harmonia,
Minnie Riperton,
Lungfish,
Moebius,
The Neon Judgement,
Von Mondo,
The United States of America,
The Skatalites,
DJ Sneak,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.