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 East Timor and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 James White and The Blacks to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Crime,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gories,
Pussy Galore,
Neu!,
Radio Birdman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Normal,
Terry Callier,
The Grass Roots,
The Moleskins,
Theoretical Girls,
Magma,
Jacques Brel,
Warsaw,
Lucky Dragons,
The Skatalites,
Excepter,
Sight & Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Accadde A,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bill Near,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Selecter,
Lyres,
Gerry Rafferty,
Newcleus,
Rotary Connection,
UT,
Fear,
Cecil Taylor,
Von Mondo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Todd Rundgren,
Jandek,
Althea and Donna,
Connie Case,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Sherman,
Rapeman,
Moby Grape,
Delta 5,
Kayak,
Ultimate Spinach,
Slick Rick,
Guru Guru,
Bush Tetras,
The Fugs,
Rekid,
ABBA,
Alphaville,
The Saints,
Erykah Badu,
Godley & Creme,
L. Decosne,
Icehouse,
Porter Ricks,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker 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.