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 Ecuador and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jimmy McGriff to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Oblivians,
The Gap Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Juan Atkins,
Adolescents,
Talk Talk,
Peter & Gordon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bob Dylan,
Mantronix,
A Certain Ratio,
Man Parrish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amon Düül II,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aswad,
X-102,
Aaron Thompson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Unrelated Segments,
Hardrive,
Hasil Adkins,
Funky Four + One,
Shuggie Otis,
LL Cool J,
Marc Almond,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Count Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
MDC,
Sixth Finger,
Trumans Water,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soft Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Neon Judgement,
Pylon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter and Kerry,
L. Decosne,
Matthew Halsall,
Tropical Tobacco,
Franke,
The Grass Roots,
Piero Umiliani,
Rites of Spring,
Intrusion,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quadrant,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Bananas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Television,
The Fall,
Freddie Wadling,
The Slits,
Youth Brigade,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.