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 Gambia and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 mellotron 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 Theoretical Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Average White Band,
Clear Light,
Niagra,
Fad Gadget,
Section 25,
The Beau Brummels,
Ronan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Babytalk,
Roxy Music,
Lalann,
Tubeway Army,
Bang On A Can,
Quando Quango,
Marshall Jefferson,
MDC,
Ponytail,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vainqueur,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rites of Spring,
X-101,
Monolake,
Flash Fearless,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Womack,
DNA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Sherman,
Minny Pops,
Marc Almond,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fortunes,
Arthur Verocai,
Bauhaus,
The Martian,
Scientists,
The Real Kids,
The Gories,
Patti Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Normal,
Whodini,
KRS-One,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Hood,
Glenn Branca,
Mark Hollis,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cramps,
Eurythmics,
Anthony Braxton,
Con Funk Shun,
Skarface,
Dark Day,
Inner City,
The Sonics,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.