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 Zambia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees 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?
Bill Wells,
Nils Olav,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Flag,
The Pretty Things,
OOIOO,
Echospace,
Scott Walker,
The Doobie Brothers,
MDC,
X-101,
Au Pairs,
the Germs,
Monolake,
Excepter,
The Knickerbockers,
Darondo,
Mark Hollis,
Yellowson,
Sex Pistols,
Sun Ra,
Freddie Wadling,
David Axelrod,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Agitation Free,
Camouflage,
Quantec,
Robert Wyatt,
Technova,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tropical Tobacco,
Spandau Ballet,
Thompson Twins,
Harmonia,
Ossler,
Slick Rick,
The Offenders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Kinks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Absolute Body Control,
ABBA,
John Lydon,
These Immortal Souls,
Oblivians,
R.M.O.,
Joy Division,
Urselle,
Black Sheep,
Sonic Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Outsiders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Qualms,
the Human League,
Magma,
Scion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cheater Slicks,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.