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 Barbados and from London.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Aaron Thompson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
the Germs,
Warsaw,
Harpers Bizarre,
Johnny Osbourne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Japan,
China Crisis,
Popol Vuh,
T. Rex,
Reagan Youth,
the Human League,
These Immortal Souls,
The Seeds,
Tubeway Army,
Gabor Szabo,
Trumans Water,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lakeside,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Byrd,
The Vogues,
The Leaves,
Wings,
The Grass Roots,
Archie Shepp,
Peter & Gordon,
Cameo,
Sound Behaviour,
Bill Wells,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Womack,
The Sound,
The Slackers,
The Happenings,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bronski Beat,
Nas,
The Red Krayola,
Visage,
Idris Muhammad,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fortunes,
David Bowie,
ABC,
Circle Jerks,
Funky Four + One,
Main Source,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amon Düül,
Barbara Tucker,
Livin' Joy,
EPMD,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ken Boothe,
Jandek,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kayak,
Bad Manners,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.