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 Moldova and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Inner City to the disco 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Q and Not U,
Wolf Eyes,
Panda Bear,
Funkadelic,
Accadde A,
The Birthday Party,
Au Pairs,
The Victims,
The Electric Prunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Average White Band,
The Gap Band,
Little Man,
Magazine,
kango's stein massive,
Yazoo,
Schoolly D,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Doors,
the Bar-Kays,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fortunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Bananas,
Dawn Penn,
Joey Negro,
Nik Kershaw,
PIL,
Jeff Mills,
John Cale,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DJ Style,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Niagra,
In Retrospect,
Crash Course in Science,
Pylon,
The Monks,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Standells,
Intrusion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
ABBA,
Stetsasonic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gabor Szabo,
Kenny Larkin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boz Scaggs,
Zero Boys,
Deepchord,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
F. McDonald,
Bauhaus,
Supertramp,
New York Dolls,
Mark Hollis,
Minny Pops,
Country Teasers,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.