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 New Zealand and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Certain Ratio to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fad Gadget,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mummies,
Kaleidoscope,
Darondo,
Ultravox,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pagans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jawbox,
Rapeman,
Curtis Mayfield,
China Crisis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oneida,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Outsiders,
Urselle,
Skaos,
The Birthday Party,
The Monochrome Set,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Andrew Hill,
Albert Ayler,
Aural Exciters,
Tres Demented,
Royal Trux,
Rosa Yemen,
Sällskapet,
These Immortal Souls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minny Pops,
Flipper,
The Music Machine,
Organ,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Thee Headcoats,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gong,
Kenny Larkin,
Davy DMX,
Blossom Toes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Electric Prunes,
Lucky Dragons,
Yusef Lateef,
The Selecter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Drexciya,
Sixth Finger,
The Saints,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.