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 Armenia and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Guru Guru to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Sixth Finger,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Albert Ayler,
Supertramp,
Gregory Isaacs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sound Behaviour,
Ornette Coleman,
Barrington Levy,
Pulsallama,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
Popol Vuh,
Flash Fearless,
Derrick May,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Niagra,
Mr. Review,
Pierre Henry,
Mission of Burma,
Intrusion,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cowsills,
The Angels of Light,
The Doobie Brothers,
Visage,
Terry Callier,
Marc Almond,
Althea and Donna,
Young Marble Giants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Max Romeo,
Guru Guru,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aural Exciters,
Mandrill,
Michelle Simonal,
Scott Walker,
Davy DMX,
Robert Hood,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Blackbyrds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Banda Bassotti,
Babytalk,
KRS-One,
Patti Smith,
Andrew Hill,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Red Krayola,
Rekid,
The Cramps,
Roger Hodgson,
X-Ray Spex,
Leonard Cohen,
Joyce Sims,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.