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 Seychelles and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the disco 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Donny Hathaway,
Erasure,
Qualms,
The Smiths,
Maleditus Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Panda Bear,
Sugar Minott,
Danielle Patucci,
Spoonie Gee,
Public Enemy,
Ohio Players,
Sparks,
Ponytail,
Scott Walker,
Scientists,
The Skatalites,
Andrew Hill,
the Sonics,
Hoover,
Skarface,
B.T. Express,
The Associates,
Pole,
Sight & Sound,
Slick Rick,
Infiniti,
Oneida,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ice-T,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Television Personalities,
Sarah Menescal,
Rotary Connection,
Lightning Bolt,
T.S.O.L.,
Deepchord,
Matthew Halsall,
Negative Approach,
Procol Harum,
Pantaleimon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arcadia,
The Durutti Column,
Sixth Finger,
Alice Coltrane,
Tommy Roe,
Brick,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grauzone,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fatback Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Swans,
Quantec,
Marshall Jefferson,
a-ha,
Bobby Womack,
John Coltrane,
Boz Scaggs,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.