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 Samoa 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Count Five to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Bronski Beat,
Shuggie Otis,
Sight & Sound,
The Litter,
Tears for Fears,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stiv Bators,
the Soft Cell,
Pole,
Yusef Lateef,
The Angels of Light,
the Germs,
Country Teasers,
Infiniti,
Television Personalities,
Radio Birdman,
The Gladiators,
Minutemen,
Underground Resistance,
Slick Rick,
Joyce Sims,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Swell Maps,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eden Ahbez,
K-Klass,
Gong,
Black Sheep,
The New Christs,
Sällskapet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Sam Rivers,
Henry Cow,
EPMD,
Terry Callier,
Kenny Larkin,
Agent Orange,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
James White and The Blacks,
Nirvana,
Young Marble Giants,
The Smiths,
Ituana,
Slave,
Joe Finger,
The Fuzztones,
Idris Muhammad,
Eve St. Jones,
Derrick May,
Absolute Body Control,
FM Einheit,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bizarre Inc.,
Depeche Mode,
JFA,
Anthony Braxton,
Groovy Waters,
Tom Boy,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.