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 Montenegro and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Smoke to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Khruangbin,
Qualms,
Minor Threat,
Visage,
Joe Finger,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Index,
Cal Tjader,
Sun Ra,
Porter Ricks,
John Foxx,
The Shadows of Knight,
Parry Music,
Donny Hathaway,
Archie Shepp,
Von Mondo,
Howard Jones,
Soft Machine,
Harmonia,
Nirvana,
Iggy Pop,
Lindisfarne,
Nas,
Cymande,
Radiohead,
F. McDonald,
Eric Dolphy,
Sparks,
Buzzcocks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marine Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Todd Rundgren,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Smiths,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brass Construction,
Bootsy Collins,
CMW,
the Normal,
The Blackbyrds,
The Star Department,
Andrew Hill,
Thompson Twins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Byrd,
OOIOO,
Das Ding,
Crooked Eye,
Unrelated Segments,
The Remains,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gong,
Smog,
Danielle Patucci,
The Associates,
The Fall,
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.