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 Ghana and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jerry's Kids,
June Days,
Prince Buster,
Urselle,
Crash Course in Science,
Lucky Dragons,
New Age Steppers,
Danielle Patucci,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gun Club,
Whodini,
Donny Hathaway,
Sparks,
Ohio Players,
Circle Jerks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yaz,
Scientists,
Unrelated Segments,
The Busters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deepchord,
Mark Hollis,
Alphaville,
B.T. Express,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bauhaus,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mary Jane Girls,
Public Enemy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arcadia,
Lalo Schifrin,
H. Thieme,
Radiohead,
Sam Rivers,
Excepter,
Stereo Dub,
Patti Smith,
The Moleskins,
Scratch Acid,
The Monks,
Andrew Hill,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ten City,
Intrusion,
Nils Olav,
Grauzone,
the Slits,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hashim,
ABC,
Y Pants,
Nirvana,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Kinks,
Aural Exciters,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.