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 Grenada and from Toronto.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Cure to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Crash Course in Science,
Rotary Connection,
The Golliwogs,
Josef K,
Girls At Our Best!,
Derrick Morgan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pagans,
Quantec,
Susan Cadogan,
Kayak,
The Five Americans,
Gong,
The Gladiators,
Cecil Taylor,
Michelle Simonal,
Dennis Brown,
Altered Images,
Bush Tetras,
Mr. Review,
Lucky Dragons,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tommy Roe,
kango's stein massive,
U.S. Maple,
The Walker Brothers,
Inner City,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jacques Brel,
Subhumans,
The Smiths,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soulsonic Force,
The Offenders,
Donny Hathaway,
Infiniti,
D'Angelo,
Young Marble Giants,
Das Ding,
Joey Negro,
Kaleidoscope,
Au Pairs,
Section 25,
Crooked Eye,
KRS-One,
Jerry's Kids,
Massinfluence,
The Count Five,
Rakim,
John Coltrane,
Peter & Gordon,
Lightning Bolt,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare,
Main Source,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scrapy,
The Grass Roots,
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Wyatt,
Alton Ellis,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.