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 Antigua and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Dawn Penn 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Buzzcocks,
Basic Channel,
Dawn Penn,
Crash Course in Science,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Faraquet,
The Star Department,
The Moody Blues,
The Vogues,
AZ,
Aloha Tigers,
The Divine Comedy,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fortunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Althea and Donna,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marine Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Vladislav Delay,
Angry Samoans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alphaville,
Skaos,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Make Up,
CMW,
Scion,
The Gories,
Lightning Bolt,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang of Four,
Sparks,
Wolf Eyes,
Roger Hodgson,
Surgeon,
The Velvet Underground,
Nation of Ulysses,
Graham Central Station,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nick Fraelich,
Whodini,
Cybotron,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cramps,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
K-Klass,
Bobby Womack,
Parry Music,
Black Bananas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Essential Logic,
The New Christs,
Minutemen,
Cymande,
Barrington Levy,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.