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 Pakistan and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 Q65 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Outsiders,
Altered Images,
Parry Music,
Young Marble Giants,
Terry Callier,
Angry Samoans,
Talk Talk,
This Heat,
John Holt,
The Sonics,
The Slackers,
Soft Machine,
DNA,
Jandek,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thompson Twins,
Mission of Burma,
Oblivians,
Godley & Creme,
Spandau Ballet,
ABC,
The Fire Engines,
Curtis Mayfield,
June of 44,
The Remains,
F. McDonald,
Tears for Fears,
10cc,
FM Einheit,
Iggy Pop,
the Germs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ken Boothe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dark Day,
The Blackbyrds,
Radiohead,
Tim Buckley,
Dual Sessions,
Shoche,
Flash Fearless,
Morten Harket,
Neil Young,
Freddie Wadling,
Arthur Verocai,
Pussy Galore,
Vladislav Delay,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sällskapet,
Royal Trux,
David McCallum,
Derrick May,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
U.S. Maple,
Anakelly,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Flag,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.