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 Ukraine and from Bologna.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 Scion to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Faraquet,
The Gap Band,
Radio Birdman,
Funky Four + One,
Livin' Joy,
John Coltrane,
Q65,
Lakeside,
La Düsseldorf,
The Angels of Light,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Warsaw,
Crooked Eye,
Model 500,
Fela Kuti,
Marmalade,
Skarface,
10cc,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gun Club,
The Evens,
Icehouse,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Buckinghams,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Adolescents,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amon Düül II,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arcadia,
The Neon Judgement,
The Durutti Column,
Cymande,
The Index,
The Busters,
The Tremeloes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sonic Youth,
Talk Talk,
Ken Boothe,
Wire,
The Names,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Standells,
Eric Copeland,
Eddi Front,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jacques Brel,
The Gories,
Black Flag,
Pere Ubu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Bananas,
Sound Behaviour,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cowsills,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.