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 Comoros and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Radiopuhelimet to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stiv Bators,
T. Rex,
Joey Negro,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yazoo,
Bronski Beat,
Guru Guru,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minor Threat,
Funkadelic,
Piero Umiliani,
B.T. Express,
Matthew Halsall,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Derrick May,
Scientists,
Intrusion,
the Association,
Quadrant,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sarah Menescal,
Joe Smooth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fluxion,
Jacques Brel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Toasters,
L. Decosne,
The Victims,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oblivians,
Simply Red,
Altered Images,
The Happenings,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Moleskins,
E-Dancer,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sixth Finger,
The Gladiators,
The Moody Blues,
The Stooges,
Arthur Verocai,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Clear Light,
cv313,
Absolute Body Control,
Vainqueur,
Chris Corsano,
Oneida,
Eden Ahbez,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
FM Einheit,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Slits,
The Fugs,
Suicide,
Scan 7,
Amon Düül,
Howard Jones,
The Knickerbockers,
Dawn Penn,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.