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 Oman and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 Ultimate Spinach to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
The Knickerbockers,
Clear Light,
Kerri Chandler,
Lakeside,
Make Up,
The Monochrome Set,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sällskapet,
Neil Young,
The Birthday Party,
Essential Logic,
Johnny Clarke,
Mad Mike,
The Standells,
Country Teasers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rod Modell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pulsallama,
Kas Product,
The New Christs,
Outsiders,
The Selecter,
The J.B.'s,
Dennis Brown,
A Certain Ratio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Womack,
Gang of Four,
Kayak,
Hoover,
Fugazi,
Yellowson,
Dead Boys,
Tom Boy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minor Threat,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Christie,
The Seeds,
Sparks,
Suburban Knight,
Eurythmics,
The Wake,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Second Layer,
Anthony Braxton,
One Last Wish,
Simply Red,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camberwell Now,
Inner City,
Moss Icon,
Franke,
Yaz,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Slackers,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.