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 Uruguay and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 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 Nation of Ulysses to the disco 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
The Residents,
Quando Quango,
Saccharine Trust,
Slick Rick,
Television,
Ossler,
48th St. Collective,
Section 25,
Johnny Clarke,
Nik Kershaw,
The Tremeloes,
Skriet,
Lower 48,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
EPMD,
The Divine Comedy,
Joy Division,
Henry Cow,
Hasil Adkins,
Sam Rivers,
The Fall,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Misunderstood,
Angry Samoans,
Young Marble Giants,
Erykah Badu,
Livin' Joy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sällskapet,
the Sonics,
Thee Headcoats,
Electric Prunes,
Lucky Dragons,
Sugar Minott,
The Blues Magoos,
Nick Fraelich,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Althea and Donna,
Suicide,
Eric Copeland,
Matthew Bourne,
Bob Dylan,
The Sound,
Rod Modell,
Radio Birdman,
Das Ding,
The Moody Blues,
Funkadelic,
MDC,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Junior Murvin,
F. McDonald,
Joey Negro,
Mr. Review,
The Cowsills,
Carl Craig,
Supertramp,
The Blackbyrds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Chris & Cosey,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.