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 Korea South and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 New Order to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Dead Boys,
The Stooges,
Letta Mbulu,
Josef K,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Malaria!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Todd Terry,
The Busters,
The Kinks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pole,
10cc,
Sixth Finger,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cure,
DNA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Bananas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Parry Music,
Soft Cell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pantaleimon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Martian,
Model 500,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dual Sessions,
Al Stewart,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mark Hollis,
Susan Cadogan,
Urselle,
Funkadelic,
Gichy Dan,
Saccharine Trust,
Quantec,
Chris & Cosey,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jacob Miller,
Derrick May,
Charles Mingus,
Skriet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
FM Einheit,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The United States of America,
Reagan Youth,
Joey Negro,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Junior Murvin,
Niagra,
Shoche,
the Slits,
Porter Ricks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Darondo,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.