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 Luxembourg and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Qualms to the electroclash 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Porter Ricks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Easy Going,
Eric Dolphy,
Sarah Menescal,
Ronan,
The Angels of Light,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radiohead,
Soft Machine,
Kayak,
The Barracudas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eurythmics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rosa Yemen,
R.M.O.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jandek,
Severed Heads,
Jacob Miller,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Beau Brummels,
Freddie Wadling,
David Bowie,
Barrington Levy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Godley & Creme,
Roger Hodgson,
Jacques Brel,
Gong,
Davy DMX,
The Black Dice,
The Divine Comedy,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ken Boothe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ludus,
Grandmaster Flash,
JFA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marvin Gaye,
Cecil Taylor,
Bluetip,
John Foxx,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Japan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.