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 Fiji and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Sam Rivers to the rap 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a snare 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 linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Severed Heads,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Judy Mowatt,
Oblivians,
Porter Ricks,
Andrew Hill,
Livin' Joy,
Brothers Johnson,
Graham Central Station,
Flash Fearless,
The Gladiators,
Reagan Youth,
Mandrill,
MC5,
The Fortunes,
Little Man,
Jacob Miller,
Shuggie Otis,
The Slackers,
Quando Quango,
The Fugs,
Clear Light,
Donny Hathaway,
Niagra,
DJ Style,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kaleidoscope,
Spoonie Gee,
The Music Machine,
The Happenings,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ronnie Foster,
Panda Bear,
Slick Rick,
The Searchers,
Agitation Free,
Al Stewart,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott Heron,
Average White Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aural Exciters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bluetip,
Second Layer,
Suicide,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lyres,
The Fall,
Deepchord,
Audionom,
Kerri Chandler,
Dennis Brown,
Loose Ends,
The Index,
Make Up,
Steve Hackett,
David Bowie,
Davy DMX,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.