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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 H. Thieme to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Human League,
The Fuzztones,
Ituana,
Gong,
Frankie Knuckles,
Leonard Cohen,
Magma,
Skaos,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bush Tetras,
Tres Demented,
Monolake,
The Invisible,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Youth Brigade,
Alison Limerick,
Davy DMX,
The Durutti Column,
The Fortunes,
Peter & Gordon,
Kayak,
Procol Harum,
Pagans,
UT,
These Immortal Souls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Negative Approach,
Funky Four + One,
Jacques Brel,
Vainqueur,
Monks,
The Cure,
Khruangbin,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Görl,
Subhumans,
Desert Stars,
The Young Rascals,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brand Nubian,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ornette Coleman,
Porter Ricks,
Pantaleimon,
Los Fastidios,
Deepchord,
The Victims,
Toni Rubio,
Dead Boys,
Fela Kuti,
The Busters,
The Five Americans,
The Black Dice,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kurtis Blow,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.