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 Saudi Arabia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Stockholm Monsters to the crunk 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Sugar Minott,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fuzztones,
Parry Music,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Archie Shepp,
Fad Gadget,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sixth Finger,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Modern Lovers,
World's Most,
Chris & Cosey,
Camberwell Now,
Tim Buckley,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Moody Blues,
Brass Construction,
Marvin Gaye,
Danielle Patucci,
Ponytail,
ABC,
Youth Brigade,
Janne Schatter,
Slave,
Reagan Youth,
Arcadia,
Stiv Bators,
The Trojans,
Royal Trux,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dead C,
Wally Richardson,
Toni Rubio,
Letta Mbulu,
The Blues Magoos,
Fear,
Alphaville,
Rekid,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amazonics,
Blake Baxter,
Roxy Music,
Deadbeat,
The Pretty Things,
Little Man,
Gang of Four,
Swell Maps,
Von Mondo,
The Buckinghams,
Albert Ayler,
Ronan,
Trumans Water,
June Days,
Pulsallama,
Excepter,
Q and Not U,
DNA,
The Electric Prunes,
Stereo Dub,
Sound Behaviour,
U.S. Maple,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.