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 Vietnam 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 Barclay James Harvest to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Matthew Bourne,
The Electric Prunes,
Lalann,
Y Pants,
Electric Prunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kenny Larkin,
Camberwell Now,
Eden Ahbez,
Jawbox,
The Kinks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Derrick May,
Dual Sessions,
Michelle Simonal,
Kerri Chandler,
Radiohead,
The Slackers,
Wally Richardson,
Jacob Miller,
Joe Smooth,
Anakelly,
The Moody Blues,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fall,
Rhythm & Sound,
Animal Collective,
The Smoke,
Franke,
Gregory Isaacs,
OOIOO,
the Human League,
Easy Going,
Bootsy Collins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Velvet Underground,
Camouflage,
Inner City,
Amon Düül II,
Circle Jerks,
The Mummies,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Black Dice,
Henry Cow,
Bauhaus,
Scientists,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vladislav Delay,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Wyatt,
Lindisfarne,
The Cramps,
Roger Hodgson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
48th St. Collective,
Ten City,
Skarface,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tom Boy,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.