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 Latvia and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Holger Czukay 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 Crooked Eye to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
New Age Steppers,
June of 44,
Brothers Johnson,
Lindisfarne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Porter Ricks,
The Gap Band,
Joe Smooth,
The Young Rascals,
kango's stein massive,
Franke,
Pole,
Lucky Dragons,
Bad Manners,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Flipper,
Joyce Sims,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultra Naté,
Arthur Verocai,
Q and Not U,
June Days,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roxette,
Albert Ayler,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fortunes,
Tom Boy,
Fugazi,
Sarah Menescal,
Roger Hodgson,
Patti Smith,
Guru Guru,
The Walker Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cluster,
Fluxion,
Godley & Creme,
The Monochrome Set,
Ken Boothe,
Jacob Miller,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thompson Twins,
Tropical Tobacco,
8 Eyed Spy,
Intrusion,
E-Dancer,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Standells,
Eric B and Rakim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Moleskins,
Amon Düül II,
Cheater Slicks,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Womack,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.