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 Qatar and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Hoover to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Simply Red,
AZ,
The Remains,
the Sonics,
Yellowson,
David Axelrod,
Danielle Patucci,
The Standells,
Althea and Donna,
Spoonie Gee,
Don Cherry,
Wolf Eyes,
The Walker Brothers,
Agent Orange,
Electric Light Orchestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Letta Mbulu,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Wyatt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
H. Thieme,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harmonia,
The Names,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Knickerbockers,
A Certain Ratio,
Pagans,
Theoretical Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Monks,
Animal Collective,
The Grass Roots,
The Pop Group,
Scientists,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
Marshall Jefferson,
MDC,
CMW,
Bob Dylan,
Pierre Henry,
Soft Cell,
Ohio Players,
Janne Schatter,
The Monks,
Lightning Bolt,
Oneida,
X-102,
Rufus Thomas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pussy Galore,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.