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 Guyana and from Lagos.
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 Glasgow and Woodstock.
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 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 Joy Division to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Jeff Lynne,
Graham Central Station,
The Names,
The Remains,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultravox,
The Moody Blues,
Hot Snakes,
Barbara Tucker,
DJ Style,
Iggy Pop,
Alphaville,
Nico,
The Last Poets,
The Human League,
Public Image Ltd.,
New Age Steppers,
The Martian,
The Vogues,
Roxette,
Gang Starr,
JFA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DNA,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Byrd,
Niagra,
The Litter,
Japan,
Can,
Archie Shepp,
Von Mondo,
Connie Case,
Soulsonic Force,
Sparks,
Althea and Donna,
Todd Terry,
Neu!,
10cc,
Blancmange,
the Slits,
The Leaves,
The Evens,
Bang On A Can,
Monks,
Arab on Radar,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dirtbombs,
Jerry's Kids,
Lucky Dragons,
Minor Threat,
David Bowie,
The Associates,
The Divine Comedy,
L. Decosne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Grass Roots,
Todd Rundgren,
Con Funk Shun,
Television Personalities,
Outsiders,
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.