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 South Africa and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Ralphi Rosario to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Oblivians,
Amon Düül,
Kas Product,
Roger Hodgson,
Sam Rivers,
The Victims,
Leonard Cohen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Residents,
Harmonia,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Womack,
T. Rex,
Bob Dylan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Derrick May,
Warsaw,
The Smiths,
Wasted Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Junior Murvin,
Half Japanese,
Stiv Bators,
The Moleskins,
Jacob Miller,
Intrusion,
Severed Heads,
Smog,
R.M.O.,
MC5,
David Bowie,
The Skatalites,
Joensuu 1685,
Country Teasers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jesper Dahlback,
Derrick Morgan,
DJ Style,
The Cramps,
Pantytec,
Marshall Jefferson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jerry's Kids,
Japan,
Charles Mingus,
Unwound,
Sex Pistols,
Niagra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Human League,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-102,
Anthony Braxton,
Anakelly,
Slave,
Roxette,
The Cowsills,
X-Ray Spex,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.