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 Laos and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Desert Stars to the disco 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Ornette Coleman,
Niagra,
Scientists,
The Real Kids,
Dual Sessions,
Derrick May,
Trumans Water,
Ken Boothe,
Babytalk,
The Victims,
Alton Ellis,
The Litter,
A Certain Ratio,
Matthew Bourne,
H. Thieme,
Depeche Mode,
Fugazi,
Alison Limerick,
Soft Cell,
Blancmange,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Remains,
Excepter,
X-102,
Lou Reed,
Todd Rundgren,
The Doors,
Bobby Sherman,
Drexciya,
Brick,
Can,
Jeff Lynne,
Funky Four + One,
The Cowsills,
Mr. Review,
The Martian,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mad Mike,
One Last Wish,
The Moleskins,
The Fortunes,
E-Dancer,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
June of 44,
Symarip,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare,
KRS-One,
Boz Scaggs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Idris Muhammad,
Be Bop Deluxe,
In Retrospect,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Talk Talk,
Barrington Levy,
Roger Hodgson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.