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 Nepal and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 Y Pants to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Inner City,
Wasted Youth,
Index,
Symarip,
Royal Trux,
The Names,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Cale,
The Move,
Radio Birdman,
Kayak,
Avey Tare,
Marvin Gaye,
David McCallum,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Unwound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Litter,
the Bar-Kays,
X-Ray Spex,
Aswad,
Public Image Ltd.,
Johnny Clarke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Jacob Miller,
Grey Daturas,
Guru Guru,
Surgeon,
Brass Construction,
Soft Machine,
CMW,
The Count Five,
Jawbox,
D'Angelo,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Busters,
Quadrant,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed,
Essential Logic,
Rites of Spring,
cv313,
Subhumans,
Porter Ricks,
The Blues Magoos,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultravox,
Juan Atkins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terry Callier,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joe Smooth,
The Gap Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Leonard Cohen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Negative Approach,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.