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 South Africa and from Lagos.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Ornette Coleman to the techno 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eurythmics,
Kayak,
Colin Newman,
Sister Nancy,
Dead Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Black Moon,
Rekid,
Jeff Mills,
T. Rex,
the Slits,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pierre Henry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ituana,
The Fuzztones,
This Heat,
Bad Manners,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Derrick Morgan,
Lucky Dragons,
Bluetip,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minnie Riperton,
Buzzcocks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fugazi,
Eli Mardock,
Guru Guru,
Leonard Cohen,
Glenn Branca,
Amon Düül II,
Q and Not U,
The Sonics,
Absolute Body Control,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deepchord,
Flash Fearless,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Young Rascals,
Tom Boy,
Bill Near,
Faraquet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aaron Thompson,
Rapeman,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Malaria!,
Silicon Teens,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fela Kuti,
Erykah Badu,
Japan,
Sound Behaviour,
Shuggie Otis,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.