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 Kazakhstan and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Royal Trux to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Section 25,
Franke,
Wings,
Eric Dolphy,
H. Thieme,
Swell Maps,
ABBA,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Offenders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Misunderstood,
Erasure,
John Holt,
Thompson Twins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Graham Central Station,
Agent Orange,
Zero Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blake Baxter,
Sandy B,
Sam Rivers,
Chris & Cosey,
Kerri Chandler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pole,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bang On A Can,
Eli Mardock,
Soul II Soul,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Q65,
the Germs,
Judy Mowatt,
Minutemen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Von Mondo,
Technova,
MDC,
Mars,
DJ Sneak,
The Flesh Eaters,
Delta 5,
New Age Steppers,
Tim Buckley,
Average White Band,
Crime,
The Detroit Cobras,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Christie,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
This Heat,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Durutti Column,
Harmonia,
Parry Music,
Roxy Music,
Crash Course in Science,
The Velvet Underground,
Reagan Youth,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.