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 Yemen and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Grey Daturas to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Groovy Waters,
Pole,
Ludus,
Black Sheep,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blossom Toes,
The Fortunes,
Delta 5,
The Fugs,
Jawbox,
Stetsasonic,
Pylon,
Fluxion,
Fugazi,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Association,
Absolute Body Control,
Japan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pagans,
World's Most,
Mars,
Goldenarms,
Pere Ubu,
Sister Nancy,
Little Man,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ten City,
Dave Gahan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bang On A Can,
Flipper,
A Certain Ratio,
Livin' Joy,
The Young Rascals,
Dennis Brown,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nico,
Sandy B,
Procol Harum,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Au Pairs,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Electric Prunes,
Grey Daturas,
the Slits,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Liliput,
The Alarm Clocks,
Donny Hathaway,
Nik Kershaw,
Severed Heads,
Sparks,
Cameo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Public Image Ltd.,
FM Einheit,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.