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 Mexico 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Saccharine Trust to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Connie Case,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Beau Brummels,
Subhumans,
Amon Düül II,
Sexual Harrassment,
Saccharine Trust,
Youth Brigade,
Tim Buckley,
Rufus Thomas,
UT,
David McCallum,
Dennis Brown,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Görl,
Nas,
The New Christs,
Piero Umiliani,
F. McDonald,
The Cure,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Trumans Water,
Cameo,
Malaria!,
Skaos,
Joe Finger,
The Vogues,
Scott Walker,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Guru Guru,
The Fire Engines,
Soft Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Altered Images,
Arthur Verocai,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed,
Thee Headcoats,
Schoolly D,
The Slackers,
Roger Hodgson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Y Pants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jawbox,
Grey Daturas,
Crime,
Essential Logic,
Supertramp,
The Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Matthew Halsall,
Massinfluence,
Fluxion,
Radio Birdman,
The Trojans,
Procol Harum,
Monolake,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.