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 Macedonia and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 II to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Smog,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Television,
Section 25,
Supertramp,
Moss Icon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gories,
Bobby Womack,
10cc,
CMW,
Judy Mowatt,
The Saints,
Motorama,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Liliput,
Gong,
Subhumans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
La Düsseldorf,
Magma,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sparks,
The Slits,
Harry Pussy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lyres,
Sex Pistols,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dawn Penn,
Alphaville,
Josef K,
Lower 48,
Funkadelic,
Q and Not U,
Yusef Lateef,
Depeche Mode,
The Black Dice,
Duran Duran,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hashim,
Second Layer,
The Neon Judgement,
Soul II Soul,
Pierre Henry,
Minutemen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Animal Collective,
Ludus,
Marvin Gaye,
Jawbox,
Rekid,
Sällskapet,
Infiniti,
Flipper,
Aswad,
The Remains,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Altered Images,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.