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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Marcia Griffiths to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric Dolphy,
Lightning Bolt,
Bauhaus,
Cheater Slicks,
Stiv Bators,
Japan,
The Litter,
Nas,
Crooked Eye,
Terrestrial Tones,
Henry Cow,
Flash Fearless,
Alphaville,
DJ Sneak,
Funky Four + One,
D'Angelo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Agitation Free,
Traffic Nightmare,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Sherman,
Barrington Levy,
Eurythmics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Martian,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Royal Trux,
Bluetip,
Black Pus,
Infiniti,
Janne Schatter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Liliput,
F. McDonald,
Scott Walker,
Kas Product,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alice Coltrane,
Crime,
Anakelly,
Hasil Adkins,
Don Cherry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Starr,
Charles Mingus,
Cymande,
The Gap Band,
Blancmange,
Neil Young,
Qualms,
Joe Smooth,
Make Up,
Idris Muhammad,
Camberwell Now,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Bananas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kayak,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.