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 Korea South and from London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Five Americans to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Hoover,
Pole,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Goldenarms,
Gang Green,
Blossom Toes,
FM Einheit,
Godley & Creme,
Pylon,
Rosa Yemen,
Cheater Slicks,
The Blues Magoos,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
LL Cool J,
Lindisfarne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Smog,
Steve Hackett,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Q65,
Barry Ungar,
The Zeros,
8 Eyed Spy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Circle Jerks,
Wire,
Fugazi,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dark Day,
Fat Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Raincoats,
The Angels of Light,
DJ Sneak,
Bill Wells,
Pierre Henry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Cale,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cal Tjader,
Bang On A Can,
Vainqueur,
Roger Hodgson,
The Index,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Althea and Donna,
The Cramps,
Roy Ayers,
The Young Rascals,
Agitation Free,
Bush Tetras,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crime,
Nico,
Kayak,
New Age Steppers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.