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 Armenia and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Roxy Music to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
The Dead C,
Dead Boys,
PIL,
Ronnie Foster,
Quando Quango,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Bar-Kays,
Amon Düül,
Throbbing Gristle,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Desert Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pantytec,
Ornette Coleman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bootsy Collins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Metal Thangz,
The Gladiators,
Piero Umiliani,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Kinks,
Ice-T,
Ohio Players,
The Golliwogs,
Soft Cell,
The Leaves,
Cal Tjader,
Bluetip,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Zero Boys,
MDC,
Joy Division,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric Dolphy,
Byron Stingily,
Matthew Bourne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marine Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Radio Birdman,
Godley & Creme,
Lyres,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hot Snakes,
Joyce Sims,
Grey Daturas,
The Moleskins,
Television,
The Cramps,
Al Stewart,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Half Japanese,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mr. Review,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.