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 Marshall Islands and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tom Boy to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
The American Breed,
Wire,
Unrelated Segments,
Joe Smooth,
Ultra Naté,
New Age Steppers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aswad,
The Five Americans,
Pulsallama,
The Happenings,
Marmalade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
D'Angelo,
B.T. Express,
Massinfluence,
Television,
Stiv Bators,
Sun City Girls,
Buzzcocks,
DJ Style,
Easy Going,
Jawbox,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Sherman,
Bush Tetras,
Sixth Finger,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lakeside,
John Cale,
Franke,
David McCallum,
The Sonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Banda Bassotti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lebanon Hanover,
JFA,
Avey Tare,
Amon Düül II,
Derrick May,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Divine Comedy,
Desert Stars,
Schoolly D,
Susan Cadogan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wally Richardson,
Infiniti,
Dark Day,
Cybotron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Sheep,
Ten City,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aaron Thompson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scion,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.