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 Italy and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Infiniti,
Eden Ahbez,
LL Cool J,
Skaos,
K-Klass,
Lebanon Hanover,
Schoolly D,
Cal Tjader,
Maurizio,
Tom Boy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quadrant,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Urselle,
In Retrospect,
Boogie Down Productions,
New Order,
Sight & Sound,
Rakim,
Crime,
La Düsseldorf,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Doors,
The United States of America,
Inner City,
Can,
Moss Icon,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Buzzcocks,
Freddie Wadling,
Guru Guru,
The Associates,
Stereo Dub,
Anakelly,
Dual Sessions,
Donald Byrd,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Whodini,
Minor Threat,
Khruangbin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bill Wells,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Monks,
Wire,
Mad Mike,
Mandrill,
CMW,
The Fugs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Surgeon,
U.S. Maple,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brass Construction,
Marc Almond,
Suicide,
Q and Not U,
Motorama,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.