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 Ecuador and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Moon,
Rakim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Smiths,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yellowson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Liliput,
Au Pairs,
Fluxion,
The Tremeloes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Swell Maps,
The Doobie Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jesper Dahlback,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The New Christs,
Clear Light,
Dual Sessions,
Brick,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quando Quango,
Robert Görl,
E-Dancer,
Banda Bassotti,
The Wake,
Joe Smooth,
Crime,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Malaria!,
Intrusion,
Mantronix,
Darondo,
KRS-One,
ABBA,
Section 25,
Tomorrow,
Franke,
Ten City,
Eric Dolphy,
Hoover,
Scan 7,
Barry Ungar,
Moby Grape,
Howard Jones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Shoche,
The Cowsills,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Christie,
Youth Brigade,
Masters at Work,
Pet Shop Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
The Pop Group,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.