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 Barbados and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 Section 25 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Skarface,
Heaven 17,
Procol Harum,
Roger Hodgson,
Deepchord,
Aural Exciters,
Sex Pistols,
10cc,
Spandau Ballet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Liliput,
Fugazi,
The Techniques,
The J.B.'s,
Sarah Menescal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fear,
Gang Starr,
Goldenarms,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dawn Penn,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Neon Judgement,
Half Japanese,
The Birthday Party,
The Busters,
The Knickerbockers,
Au Pairs,
Gabor Szabo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eurythmics,
The Offenders,
Mo-Dettes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Motions,
Joe Finger,
Electric Prunes,
Crooked Eye,
Tom Boy,
Urselle,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Index,
Bronski Beat,
the Human League,
Deadbeat,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ornette Coleman,
The Wake,
Grauzone,
The Barracudas,
Skaos,
Kas Product,
Lindisfarne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alison Limerick,
Cymande,
Rosa Yemen,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.