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 Czech Republic and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Danielle Patucci to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Bobby Womack,
Moby Grape,
Slick Rick,
LL Cool J,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Interpol,
The Mojo Men,
Depeche Mode,
Pussy Galore,
The Martian,
Goldenarms,
cv313,
Easy Going,
The Human League,
Ossler,
Talk Talk,
Shoche,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gabor Szabo,
The Selecter,
Deadbeat,
The Mummies,
Ultimate Spinach,
Electric Prunes,
Thee Headcoats,
The Toasters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Icehouse,
Altered Images,
Yazoo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fall,
Unrelated Segments,
Neu!,
Nick Fraelich,
In Retrospect,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gladiators,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter and Kerry,
Byron Stingily,
Stiv Bators,
The Techniques,
Josef K,
The Pretty Things,
Unwound,
Subhumans,
La Düsseldorf,
Tommy Roe,
Little Man,
Juan Atkins,
The American Breed,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare,
Wire,
Desert Stars,
The Motions,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.