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 Norway and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Matthew Halsall,
Simply Red,
Nils Olav,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rosa Yemen,
Aswad,
Lungfish,
Oblivians,
Terry Callier,
Minny Pops,
Infiniti,
Whodini,
Crash Course in Science,
Pussy Galore,
The Blackbyrds,
The Real Kids,
R.M.O.,
The Stooges,
Audionom,
The Kinks,
Panda Bear,
Fugazi,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mission of Burma,
kango's stein massive,
Heaven 17,
DJ Sneak,
Fear,
Bizarre Inc.,
Outsiders,
Oneida,
Graham Central Station,
Neu!,
Bob Dylan,
Grauzone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Soft Cell,
Sound Behaviour,
The Music Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Young Rascals,
Stiv Bators,
Kas Product,
Joey Negro,
Make Up,
Lou Christie,
Lower 48,
a-ha,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Absolute Body Control,
the Human League,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kurtis Blow,
Television Personalities,
Crooked Eye,
Deadbeat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.