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 Zambia and from Mexico City.
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 Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 Lungfish to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Christie,
Gastr Del Sol,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boredoms,
John Cale,
Gregory Isaacs,
U.S. Maple,
Severed Heads,
Aswad,
Deakin,
Steve Hackett,
Sound Behaviour,
Peter & Gordon,
Bill Near,
Don Cherry,
Procol Harum,
Agent Orange,
The Evens,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chris & Cosey,
The Tremeloes,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Starr,
Marine Girls,
PIL,
The New Christs,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minutemen,
The American Breed,
Robert Görl,
Alphaville,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Byrd,
Pulsallama,
DJ Sneak,
Scott Walker,
Crash Course in Science,
Stetsasonic,
Fugazi,
Leonard Cohen,
Funky Four + One,
The United States of America,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New Order,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tim Buckley,
The Five Americans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Graham Central Station,
Camouflage,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aural Exciters,
The Fire Engines,
Q and Not U,
Japan,
E-Dancer,
Grey Daturas,
Fluxion,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.