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 Nauru and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Rosa Yemen 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Frankie Knuckles,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Christie,
MDC,
The Golliwogs,
Maleditus Sound,
Lyres,
Patti Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cowsills,
Subhumans,
Echospace,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Guru Guru,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Saccharine Trust,
Visage,
Sam Rivers,
Connie Case,
Jacques Brel,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sex Pistols,
Harpers Bizarre,
Silicon Teens,
Ken Boothe,
Funky Four + One,
Alton Ellis,
Skriet,
Scott Walker,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mad Mike,
Qualms,
Joe Finger,
Roy Ayers,
the Association,
Simply Red,
Ponytail,
Spoonie Gee,
The Modern Lovers,
Newcleus,
Radio Birdman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Shuggie Otis,
Cecil Taylor,
The Zeros,
Blancmange,
Los Fastidios,
The Techniques,
R.M.O.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Görl,
One Last Wish,
The Motions,
Mission of Burma,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thee Headcoats,
Jandek,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.