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 Gabon and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Alison Limerick to the disco 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Deepchord,
Pantytec,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fall,
Black Moon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Juan Atkins,
The Moleskins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David McCallum,
The Music Machine,
Minny Pops,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jandek,
The Monks,
Neu!,
Ultra Naté,
Eve St. Jones,
Roxette,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quadrant,
Joensuu 1685,
Khruangbin,
The Grass Roots,
Delta 5,
Robert Hood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fuzztones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lower 48,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Faraquet,
Albert Ayler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Evens,
Los Fastidios,
DJ Style,
Surgeon,
Patti Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
The Count Five,
Leonard Cohen,
Skaos,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Görl,
Boz Scaggs,
Graham Central Station,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nils Olav,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Wake,
Echospace,
The Gap Band,
Massinfluence,
Al Stewart,
David Bowie,
Bootsy Collins,
Aaron Thompson,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.