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 Lebanon 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Letta Mbulu to the rock 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Scrapy,
Oneida,
The Doors,
Surgeon,
Arthur Verocai,
Donald Byrd,
John Lydon,
Peter and Kerry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nik Kershaw,
Ludus,
New York Dolls,
Stetsasonic,
Judy Mowatt,
Moss Icon,
Grey Daturas,
Leonard Cohen,
Jacob Miller,
DNA,
The Trojans,
Sam Rivers,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minny Pops,
Magazine,
Iggy Pop,
Neu!,
This Heat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jandek,
Stockholm Monsters,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mad Mike,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Saints,
Hoover,
Jacques Brel,
48th St. Collective,
Roy Ayers,
Mars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Parry Music,
Crooked Eye,
the Soft Cell,
ABBA,
Robert Görl,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ornette Coleman,
B.T. Express,
Pylon,
Lyres,
Quantec,
The Last Poets,
Toni Rubio,
The Fall,
Blake Baxter,
Pulsallama,
Pantaleimon,
Eurythmics,
Jerry's Kids,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.