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 Bulgaria 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Talk Talk to the punk 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Yusef Lateef,
The Young Rascals,
Nico,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aural Exciters,
The Searchers,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed,
Warsaw,
The Cramps,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Anakelly,
The Standells,
MDC,
Soft Machine,
Fluxion,
Television Personalities,
Country Joe & The Fish,
JFA,
Suicide,
L. Decosne,
Bush Tetras,
Jawbox,
Jandek,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
In Retrospect,
Piero Umiliani,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Heaven 17,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Slackers,
Scientists,
Morten Harket,
Archie Shepp,
Tears for Fears,
The Motions,
Bobby Sherman,
Little Man,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boogie Down Productions,
Banda Bassotti,
Bootsy Collins,
Juan Atkins,
Max Romeo,
CMW,
Althea and Donna,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Malaria!,
Nils Olav,
The Skatalites,
Robert Hood,
Colin Newman,
The Durutti Column,
Aswad,
The New Christs,
The Dirtbombs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.