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 Serbia and from Bologna.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eric Copeland to the electroclash 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Bill Near,
June of 44,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Guru Guru,
Rekid,
Lebanon Hanover,
Procol Harum,
Joey Negro,
Skriet,
Brick,
The United States of America,
Spandau Ballet,
The Buckinghams,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mantronix,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gories,
Faraquet,
Don Cherry,
Bang On A Can,
The Human League,
The Fugs,
Aloha Tigers,
The Sonics,
Eric Copeland,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wasted Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camberwell Now,
Sam Rivers,
Stetsasonic,
Eve St. Jones,
Saccharine Trust,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wally Richardson,
Sun City Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Flipper,
Suburban Knight,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Con Funk Shun,
Massinfluence,
Stiv Bators,
Magazine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jacques Brel,
Accadde A,
Sandy B,
Reagan Youth,
Mission of Burma,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Monks,
Country Teasers,
Aaron Thompson,
Duran Duran,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Main Source,
Andrew Hill,
David McCallum,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.