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 Cameroon and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Faraquet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Yaz,
Rites of Spring,
Lindisfarne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nils Olav,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fad Gadget,
Leonard Cohen,
Siglo XX,
Archie Shepp,
Sight & Sound,
The Leaves,
Lalann,
Amazonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Swans,
Mantronix,
The Seeds,
Laurel Aitken,
The Pop Group,
Cluster,
Althea and Donna,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Hood,
The Grass Roots,
Terrestrial Tones,
T.S.O.L.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stockholm Monsters,
Toni Rubio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fear,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dead C,
Scan 7,
The Cowsills,
Cybotron,
Goldenarms,
The Black Dice,
The Litter,
Hot Snakes,
the Association,
Brothers Johnson,
Mandrill,
Rufus Thomas,
Jerry's Kids,
Fat Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Duran Duran,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Christie,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter & Gordon,
Blossom Toes,
Byron Stingily,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Subhumans,
Qualms,
Davy DMX,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.