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 Korea North and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 The Gladiators to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Organ,
Arab on Radar,
Pantytec,
Kaleidoscope,
Brick,
Albert Ayler,
Icehouse,
Glambeats Corp.,
Negative Approach,
Reagan Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
Kayak,
Popol Vuh,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
U.S. Maple,
The Star Department,
Matthew Bourne,
Barry Ungar,
Monks,
The Vogues,
The Busters,
Chris Corsano,
The Fugs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skriet,
These Immortal Souls,
Theoretical Girls,
The Index,
Saccharine Trust,
Procol Harum,
The Fuzztones,
cv313,
Tears for Fears,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Residents,
Country Teasers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Moon,
Eddi Front,
Minutemen,
The Move,
Pagans,
Soft Cell,
Suicide,
Parry Music,
New York Dolls,
Siglo XX,
Alton Ellis,
Grey Daturas,
Fad Gadget,
Visage,
Ohio Players,
The Blackbyrds,
UT,
Index,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Last Poets,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rapeman,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.