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 Denmark and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Skriet to the grunge 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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Roxette,
Barry Ungar,
Leonard Cohen,
The Durutti Column,
The Doors,
The Raincoats,
Nik Kershaw,
Janne Schatter,
The Standells,
Archie Shepp,
UT,
Skaos,
Josef K,
Cabaret Voltaire,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Buckinghams,
Circle Jerks,
Guru Guru,
Curtis Mayfield,
Funky Four + One,
Nico,
Boz Scaggs,
Letta Mbulu,
D'Angelo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
10cc,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Intrusion,
Con Funk Shun,
Steve Hackett,
The Misunderstood,
Babytalk,
Bob Dylan,
Half Japanese,
Banda Bassotti,
The Monks,
Cecil Taylor,
Wally Richardson,
Yazoo,
MDC,
Sugar Minott,
Pierre Henry,
The Grass Roots,
Scientists,
Kas Product,
Pantytec,
Popol Vuh,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Görl,
The Human League,
Ultra Naté,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Simply Red,
Tres Demented,
Zero Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Al Stewart,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gerry Rafferty,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.