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 United States and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tubeway Army to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kayak,
Deadbeat,
Urselle,
Ten City,
Quantec,
The Sound,
Lou Reed,
Ronan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yaz,
ABC,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joe Smooth,
The Martian,
Janne Schatter,
Make Up,
Shuggie Otis,
the Sonics,
The Tremeloes,
Supertramp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
KRS-One,
The Neon Judgement,
Sixth Finger,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pagans,
Surgeon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Residents,
Ralphi Rosario,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terry Callier,
Half Japanese,
Television,
Rekid,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tim Buckley,
The Leaves,
Bill Wells,
Silicon Teens,
the Bar-Kays,
Sex Pistols,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minor Threat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harmonia,
Erasure,
Smog,
Bobby Womack,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Moon,
The Vogues,
Jeff Lynne,
The Smoke,
Pere Ubu,
Black Pus,
Parry Music,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.