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 Argentina and from Portland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eli Mardock 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Inner City,
Lightning Bolt,
Godley & Creme,
Chris Corsano,
Eric Dolphy,
Joyce Sims,
Maleditus Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Los Fastidios,
The Monochrome Set,
The Blues Magoos,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scan 7,
Nirvana,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Suicide,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Television,
Robert Hood,
Derrick May,
In Retrospect,
Fela Kuti,
Nils Olav,
Bang On A Can,
Porter Ricks,
Index,
Ronan,
Quantec,
MDC,
Swell Maps,
The Modern Lovers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott Heron,
A Certain Ratio,
Rites of Spring,
EPMD,
The J.B.'s,
The Gladiators,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flash Fearless,
Scientists,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scratch Acid,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crooked Eye,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric Copeland,
The Busters,
Heaven 17,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blossom Toes,
The Motions,
the Germs,
Audionom,
Neu!,
Panda Bear,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.