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 Bulgaria and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Nation of Ulysses to the electroclash 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marc Almond,
Suicide,
Fluxion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boz Scaggs,
the Slits,
Youth Brigade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amon Düül,
Circle Jerks,
Y Pants,
Flash Fearless,
New York Dolls,
Angry Samoans,
Nik Kershaw,
Fear,
Icehouse,
Ossler,
Derrick May,
Thompson Twins,
Kayak,
Lower 48,
Marmalade,
Pantaleimon,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Smoke,
CMW,
Bill Near,
The Seeds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Outsiders,
X-Ray Spex,
The Red Krayola,
Ituana,
Toni Rubio,
Johnny Clarke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Juan Atkins,
KRS-One,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric Copeland,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fugs,
DNA,
Depeche Mode,
Oblivians,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joe Smooth,
Piero Umiliani,
The Kinks,
DJ Style,
The Grass Roots,
The Happenings,
Kurtis Blow,
The Pretty Things,
Severed Heads,
These Immortal Souls,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.