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 Bahrain and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alton Ellis to the jazz 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Bill Near,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Altered Images,
Hot Snakes,
Lungfish,
Tim Buckley,
These Immortal Souls,
Fugazi,
Mars,
Eric Copeland,
Idris Muhammad,
Roxy Music,
Steve Hackett,
Laurel Aitken,
The Knickerbockers,
World's Most,
The Sonics,
The Offenders,
Q65,
Arcadia,
Robert Hood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
B.T. Express,
Patti Smith,
Qualms,
The J.B.'s,
Skarface,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fat Boys,
The Human League,
Warsaw,
Metal Thangz,
The Fortunes,
Peter & Gordon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Malaria!,
Aural Exciters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Intrusion,
Fad Gadget,
Excepter,
Interpol,
Lebanon Hanover,
Graham Central Station,
Shoche,
Talk Talk,
Livin' Joy,
Organ,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dark Day,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Althea and Donna,
La Düsseldorf,
Gabor Szabo,
Audionom,
Hoover,
48th St. Collective,
Stetsasonic,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.