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 Morocco and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Gang Green to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Television Personalities,
The Offenders,
Kevin Saunderson,
Negative Approach,
Quadrant,
David McCallum,
Agent Orange,
Bronski Beat,
Eve St. Jones,
Bob Dylan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bill Near,
EPMD,
Duran Duran,
The Last Poets,
The Monochrome Set,
JFA,
Yellowson,
Buzzcocks,
Inner City,
Jandek,
Ken Boothe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Patti Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Circle Jerks,
UT,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Christie,
Roy Ayers,
Accadde A,
MC5,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Von Mondo,
The Move,
The Gories,
Animal Collective,
The Pretty Things,
Yusef Lateef,
Vainqueur,
Flash Fearless,
Scan 7,
Joe Smooth,
Oneida,
Vladislav Delay,
Pantaleimon,
Wasted Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Cale,
Soft Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
Mark Hollis,
DNA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lungfish,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.