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 New Zealand and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cameo to the crunk 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Joy Division,
The Golliwogs,
Darondo,
Andrew Hill,
The Motions,
Kurtis Blow,
Al Stewart,
Heaven 17,
Scratch Acid,
Danielle Patucci,
Reagan Youth,
Roy Ayers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mission of Burma,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rod Modell,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Monochrome Set,
Gong,
Minny Pops,
Swans,
Crash Course in Science,
Liliput,
Banda Bassotti,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Faust,
Symarip,
Crime,
Wally Richardson,
Ultravox,
Robert Görl,
Suburban Knight,
The Moleskins,
Jeff Lynne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camberwell Now,
KRS-One,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tres Demented,
Livin' Joy,
Arcadia,
Mandrill,
John Holt,
Tom Boy,
Barry Ungar,
The Buckinghams,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
This Heat,
Unrelated Segments,
Idris Muhammad,
The Kinks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fad Gadget,
Magazine,
Boogie Down Productions,
R.M.O.,
Rufus Thomas,
Moby Grape,
Anakelly,
The Slits,
Scrapy,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.