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 Mongolia and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Velvet Underground to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Audionom,
Delon & Dalcan,
10cc,
The Trojans,
Michelle Simonal,
Janne Schatter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marine Girls,
The Monks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cameo,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Byrd,
Mr. Review,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joe Finger,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Essential Logic,
The Tremeloes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pantytec,
Intrusion,
Aswad,
The Young Rascals,
FM Einheit,
The Martian,
Second Layer,
Country Teasers,
KRS-One,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Half Japanese,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Names,
Q and Not U,
Outsiders,
The Misunderstood,
Hasil Adkins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ludus,
Rekid,
Drexciya,
The Standells,
Black Moon,
The Leaves,
Davy DMX,
The Remains,
Freddie Wadling,
Wolf Eyes,
Erykah Badu,
Bush Tetras,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skriet,
Technova,
Moss Icon,
Joy Division,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.