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 Latvia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Amon Düül to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
T. Rex,
The Walker Brothers,
Man Parrish,
The Seeds,
Urselle,
KRS-One,
Erykah Badu,
Unwound,
Pussy Galore,
Girls At Our Best!,
Leonard Cohen,
Television,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Heaven 17,
Flipper,
10cc,
F. McDonald,
The Fuzztones,
Lindisfarne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lakeside,
The Wake,
Lyres,
Ludus,
Fad Gadget,
Icehouse,
Cymande,
The Detroit Cobras,
Banda Bassotti,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-Ray Spex,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Green,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rosa Yemen,
The Vogues,
The Smoke,
Scrapy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sonic Youth,
DJ Style,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare,
Archie Shepp,
Joe Finger,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Index,
Ronnie Foster,
Traffic Nightmare,
Los Fastidios,
Interpol,
The Associates,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rod Modell,
Carl Craig,
Loose Ends,
Scott Walker,
Newcleus,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Bananas,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.