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 Luxembourg and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Alarm Clocks to the crunk 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
The Trojans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joyce Sims,
T.S.O.L.,
Gabor Szabo,
The Wake,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jawbox,
Procol Harum,
Black Pus,
The Zeros,
the Association,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Guru Guru,
The Martian,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Green,
U.S. Maple,
Kerri Chandler,
Althea and Donna,
Scan 7,
CMW,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Divine Comedy,
X-101,
R.M.O.,
Bill Wells,
Oblivians,
Juan Atkins,
Minny Pops,
Black Moon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Spandau Ballet,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alice Coltrane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Symarip,
Ohio Players,
Sam Rivers,
Drexciya,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David Bowie,
Los Fastidios,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Al Stewart,
ABC,
Bad Manners,
Jacob Miller,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amazonics,
Crime,
JFA,
Bang On A Can,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fugs,
Hashim,
Vainqueur,
Peter & Gordon,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.