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 Czech Republic and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Al Stewart,
Yaz,
KRS-One,
Bad Manners,
Flipper,
Goldenarms,
Lungfish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Donald Byrd,
Buzzcocks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Severed Heads,
Eden Ahbez,
Moby Grape,
Mr. Review,
The Moody Blues,
Sight & Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Swans,
The Pretty Things,
Toni Rubio,
Dead Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Byrd,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Reuben Wilson,
Chris Corsano,
Marmalade,
the Germs,
Freddie Wadling,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Anakelly,
Hoover,
Drive Like Jehu,
Simply Red,
cv313,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bluetip,
Malaria!,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra,
Sparks,
Hot Snakes,
Ultra Naté,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rotary Connection,
Bill Wells,
Pere Ubu,
Mad Mike,
Skaos,
Crispian St. Peters,
MC5,
Alphaville,
Cal Tjader,
Stereo Dub,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DJ Style,
Neu!,
Gabor Szabo,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.