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 Chad and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Johnny Osbourne to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
ABBA,
The Index,
Moebius,
Moby Grape,
Bill Wells,
Deadbeat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Banda Bassotti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Matthew Halsall,
The Buckinghams,
Pere Ubu,
Ponytail,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Basic Channel,
Cluster,
Erasure,
Erykah Badu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Steve Hackett,
Chris & Cosey,
Gong,
Grauzone,
Animal Collective,
Niagra,
This Heat,
Fear,
Supertramp,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alphaville,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Prince Buster,
Suburban Knight,
Franke,
DNA,
World's Most,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barrington Levy,
Crash Course in Science,
Quantec,
Lungfish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Lydon,
The Moleskins,
Davy DMX,
Metal Thangz,
Sonic Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
Al Stewart,
Television,
Marine Girls,
Ronan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Starr,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kenny Larkin,
Yellowson,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.