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 Burkina and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
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 guitar 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 Joey Negro to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Bronski Beat,
Bill Wells,
Unwound,
Connie Case,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stereo Dub,
Eric Copeland,
The Tremeloes,
World's Most,
Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Human League,
Iggy Pop,
LL Cool J,
Agitation Free,
Tommy Roe,
the Human League,
Graham Central Station,
Amon Düül II,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joe Smooth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Popol Vuh,
Pantytec,
Joy Division,
Average White Band,
Pole,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Chrome,
Shuggie Otis,
Skarface,
F. McDonald,
Basic Channel,
The Standells,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sixth Finger,
The Mojo Men,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flamin' Groovies,
DNA,
The Selecter,
Blossom Toes,
Rites of Spring,
Eddi Front,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New York Dolls,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare,
Smog,
Amazonics,
Moebius,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gichy Dan,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.