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 Kenya and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the grunge 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
The Dead C,
Dual Sessions,
Arthur Verocai,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scott Walker,
Amazonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Visage,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minutemen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
In Retrospect,
Ossler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Tremeloes,
Los Fastidios,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Wyatt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Cale,
D'Angelo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Audionom,
Carl Craig,
The Last Poets,
The Shadows of Knight,
Big Daddy Kane,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Rufus Thomas,
Amon Düül,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Modern Lovers,
Laurel Aitken,
10cc,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deadbeat,
Bang On A Can,
Faraquet,
Hasil Adkins,
Banda Bassotti,
The Litter,
Derrick Morgan,
The Techniques,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Glenn Branca,
Aloha Tigers,
The Red Krayola,
MDC,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Section 25,
Gerry Rafferty,
Television Personalities,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Index,
Marmalade,
The Beau Brummels,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.