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 Benin and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 X-Ray Spex to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
The Fire Engines,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Moon,
Silicon Teens,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Agitation Free,
Eric B and Rakim,
Godley & Creme,
Wasted Youth,
Peter & Gordon,
Parry Music,
The Music Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
Harmonia,
Sparks,
Unwound,
Y Pants,
Alphaville,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Thee Headcoats,
David McCallum,
Cameo,
Gichy Dan,
Lightning Bolt,
Zapp,
Second Layer,
Babytalk,
The American Breed,
The Standells,
The Techniques,
Ten City,
Easy Going,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
B.T. Express,
T. Rex,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ludus,
Marvin Gaye,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Searchers,
Jandek,
Bill Near,
Peter and Kerry,
China Crisis,
John Lydon,
World's Most,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rufus Thomas,
Minny Pops,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Matthew Bourne,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-102,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Boz Scaggs,
Monks,
Byron Stingily,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.