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 the UAE and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Delta 5 to the rock 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Porter Ricks,
The Wake,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Suburban Knight,
Scott Walker,
Gabor Szabo,
Barry Ungar,
LL Cool J,
The Human League,
Lakeside,
Godley & Creme,
the Bar-Kays,
Ossler,
The Five Americans,
Faust,
Rhythm & Sound,
Intrusion,
The Trojans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Smiths,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Divine Comedy,
Graham Central Station,
Rites of Spring,
Sparks,
Hardrive,
AZ,
The Skatalites,
Quadrant,
Harry Pussy,
Swans,
Flash Fearless,
Steve Hackett,
Rod Modell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Cale,
Dark Day,
Popol Vuh,
The Real Kids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
kango's stein massive,
Al Stewart,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jerry's Kids,
Crime,
Reuben Wilson,
The Pretty Things,
Peter and Kerry,
The Velvet Underground,
Blake Baxter,
Connie Case,
The Last Poets,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Saints,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chris & Cosey,
Nirvana,
KRS-One,
Sam Rivers,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.