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 Slovakia and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Zeros to the grime 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Sherman,
Faust,
The Leaves,
Surgeon,
World's Most,
The Standells,
K-Klass,
Flash Fearless,
Colin Newman,
Minor Threat,
the Slits,
Tom Boy,
Eric Dolphy,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Womack,
Quantec,
PIL,
Stockholm Monsters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skriet,
Tears for Fears,
Ronnie Foster,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fall,
Gabor Szabo,
Ten City,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
June Days,
Ponytail,
Lyres,
Rufus Thomas,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Janne Schatter,
The Five Americans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Big Daddy Kane,
Desert Stars,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Duran Duran,
Alice Coltrane,
Fad Gadget,
The Litter,
The Mojo Men,
Deakin,
Derrick Morgan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ituana,
Wire,
Buzzcocks,
CMW,
Kayak,
Suicide,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bootsy Collins,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.