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 Algeria and from Manila.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Eddi Front to the rock 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Boredoms,
Motorama,
Barbara Tucker,
The Index,
Funky Four + One,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Danielle Patucci,
Tom Boy,
Amazonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gong,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lebanon Hanover,
Essential Logic,
Lungfish,
Robert Hood,
Inner City,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moby Grape,
Reuben Wilson,
These Immortal Souls,
Roxette,
Jesper Dahlback,
Clear Light,
Lindisfarne,
Brand Nubian,
Andrew Hill,
Drexciya,
The Gories,
Country Teasers,
Maurizio,
Scan 7,
Joe Smooth,
Adolescents,
ABC,
Blake Baxter,
The Slits,
Cybotron,
Rites of Spring,
L. Decosne,
Radiohead,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Wyatt,
Alton Ellis,
Fela Kuti,
Hoover,
Sandy B,
Deakin,
MDC,
Patti Smith,
June of 44,
Dawn Penn,
Mr. Review,
The Motions,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.