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 Norway and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Human League to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Inner City,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Public Enemy,
Ultravox,
The Birthday Party,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Young Rascals,
Idris Muhammad,
Althea and Donna,
Minny Pops,
Marine Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soft Machine,
Minutemen,
Yaz,
Judy Mowatt,
Minnie Riperton,
the Soft Cell,
Accadde A,
X-101,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fall,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kas Product,
Blake Baxter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Smiths,
Mo-Dettes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Residents,
Donald Byrd,
Make Up,
Excepter,
Rapeman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Womack,
Erykah Badu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Swans,
Bobby Sherman,
Pantaleimon,
Tomorrow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roger Hodgson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Terrestrial Tones,
Supertramp,
Freddie Wadling,
The Remains,
Donny Hathaway,
One Last Wish,
B.T. Express,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bill Wells,
Angry Samoans,
Eddi Front,
Fela Kuti,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.