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 Maldives and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Pus,
Byron Stingily,
Index,
Wolf Eyes,
Lyres,
The Gun Club,
David McCallum,
The Busters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dark Day,
Sixth Finger,
Q65,
Sugar Minott,
Television,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Martian,
Eddi Front,
The Angels of Light,
Radiohead,
Main Source,
Guru Guru,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blossom Toes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Groovy Waters,
Public Enemy,
Yaz,
Ultra Naté,
EPMD,
MC5,
Sound Behaviour,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Doors,
Sarah Menescal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dead C,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neil Young,
Monks,
The Dirtbombs,
The Zeros,
The Index,
Grauzone,
Crooked Eye,
Lightning Bolt,
Inner City,
June Days,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marine Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Schoolly D,
Lindisfarne,
Nik Kershaw,
Alison Limerick,
Sight & Sound,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.