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 Albania and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Drive Like Jehu to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 United States of America,
The Wake,
Sandy B,
Fela Kuti,
Pantaleimon,
Zero Boys,
Audionom,
New Order,
Heaven 17,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Sheep,
A Certain Ratio,
Kas Product,
Sister Nancy,
Hashim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dead C,
Eurythmics,
Dual Sessions,
Ornette Coleman,
Flipper,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dennis Brown,
Procol Harum,
Groovy Waters,
Harmonia,
Joe Smooth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ossler,
Magazine,
Royal Trux,
Nico,
Au Pairs,
Brothers Johnson,
Man Parrish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flash Fearless,
Wasted Youth,
Roxy Music,
Scott Walker,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Christie,
Mantronix,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ronan,
Mars,
Camouflage,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Litter,
The Names,
Young Marble Giants,
La Düsseldorf,
Panda Bear,
The Modern Lovers,
Excepter,
The Misunderstood,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Womack,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.