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 Luxembourg and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Stetsasonic 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Ken Boothe,
Arcadia,
The Pretty Things,
Pantaleimon,
Babytalk,
Pere Ubu,
Ronnie Foster,
The Red Krayola,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joyce Sims,
The Trojans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Bad Manners,
Bluetip,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Newcleus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crash Course in Science,
These Immortal Souls,
The Neon Judgement,
The New Christs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Doors,
Tears for Fears,
Interpol,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fugazi,
Godley & Creme,
Banda Bassotti,
Joy Division,
The Grass Roots,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roxette,
Byron Stingily,
Kurtis Blow,
The American Breed,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Intrusion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lindisfarne,
Gong,
OOIOO,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Womack,
Peter and Kerry,
Scientists,
Dennis Brown,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Slits,
Brand Nubian,
the Human League,
Steve Hackett,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.