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 Namibia and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Buckinghams to the jazz 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Leonard Cohen,
Scratch Acid,
The Blues Magoos,
Joey Negro,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joe Finger,
Grauzone,
The Wake,
Godley & Creme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rosa Yemen,
Easy Going,
The Pop Group,
Al Stewart,
Symarip,
Television,
Ten City,
Judy Mowatt,
The Electric Prunes,
The Grass Roots,
Danielle Patucci,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Golliwogs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soul II Soul,
James White and The Blacks,
The Smiths,
Arcadia,
Kayak,
MDC,
Masters at Work,
The Cure,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mojo Men,
Black Sheep,
Traffic Nightmare,
Morten Harket,
Bush Tetras,
DJ Style,
Severed Heads,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Maleditus Sound,
Fugazi,
Joy Division,
Bobby Byrd,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-101,
The Victims,
Frankie Knuckles,
Youth Brigade,
Rhythm & Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
48th St. Collective,
Echospace,
Basic Channel,
Bluetip,
Cheater Slicks,
The Last Poets,
The Trojans,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.