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 United States and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the electroclash 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Delta 5,
Camberwell Now,
Masters at Work,
Erykah Badu,
Camouflage,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
ABBA,
The Smoke,
Visage,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Livin' Joy,
Andrew Hill,
Joensuu 1685,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Desert Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hoover,
The Misunderstood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tears for Fears,
Black Flag,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pole,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dual Sessions,
Anakelly,
U.S. Maple,
Amon Düül,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
World's Most,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moebius,
Youth Brigade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
8 Eyed Spy,
Darondo,
Sun Ra,
The Stooges,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kayak,
the Bar-Kays,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Wyatt,
The Moody Blues,
Amon Düül II,
Fugazi,
DJ Sneak,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Blackbyrds,
Grauzone,
The Shadows of Knight,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.