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 Poland and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Brothers Johnson 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
the Association,
LL Cool J,
Oblivians,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gun Club,
MDC,
Nick Fraelich,
This Heat,
Henry Cow,
Carl Craig,
The Grass Roots,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Detroit Cobras,
Porter Ricks,
X-102,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wings,
48th St. Collective,
Sonic Youth,
Underground Resistance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Negative Approach,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sound Behaviour,
Country Teasers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roxy Music,
The Skatalites,
The Stooges,
Dual Sessions,
Organ,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Seeds,
Rites of Spring,
In Retrospect,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nils Olav,
Roy Ayers,
Nirvana,
John Foxx,
Godley & Creme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Monolake,
Tim Buckley,
Gong,
Hasil Adkins,
Audionom,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Birthday Party,
Harmonia,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pole,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deadbeat,
T. Rex,
Howard Jones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Victims,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.