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 Guatemala and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Avey Tare to the grunge 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Jawbox,
Inner City,
Unrelated Segments,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Womack,
Kayak,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Suicide,
Angry Samoans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crooked Eye,
Amazonics,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
JFA,
Hasil Adkins,
the Bar-Kays,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Walker Brothers,
The Birthday Party,
Whodini,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dirtbombs,
The Dead C,
Organ,
Rites of Spring,
The Neon Judgement,
Con Funk Shun,
Radiohead,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeff Lynne,
Flash Fearless,
Surgeon,
Grauzone,
June of 44,
Dennis Brown,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Iggy Pop,
Mars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Derrick Morgan,
Rotary Connection,
Nirvana,
Glenn Branca,
Gichy Dan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Techniques,
the Germs,
The Cramps,
Mantronix,
The Seeds,
Dead Boys,
Vainqueur,
Letta Mbulu,
Joensuu 1685,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.