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 London.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gerry Rafferty to the disco 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fugs,
Eddi Front,
Sonny Sharrock,
Slave,
Camberwell Now,
Ice-T,
Bill Near,
The Neon Judgement,
Jawbox,
Pulsallama,
Moby Grape,
Aswad,
Eric Dolphy,
Simply Red,
Funky Four + One,
Oneida,
Grauzone,
CMW,
Soul Sonic Force,
Absolute Body Control,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soft Cell,
The Mojo Men,
Nico,
Black Sheep,
Quadrant,
Inner City,
DJ Sneak,
The Divine Comedy,
Amon Düül,
The Knickerbockers,
Das Ding,
Pantaleimon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Von Mondo,
Gang of Four,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeff Lynne,
Deakin,
T.S.O.L.,
Index,
Carl Craig,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Junior Murvin,
Metal Thangz,
Dead Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Buckinghams,
Trumans Water,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Leaves,
the Slits,
The Names,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.