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 Laos and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 One Last Wish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Shoche,
Altered Images,
Radiohead,
The Offenders,
Warsaw,
Con Funk Shun,
Rod Modell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Anakelly,
Eric Dolphy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kerrie Biddell,
Todd Rundgren,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fortunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sun City Girls,
Tres Demented,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Siglo XX,
Reagan Youth,
Patti Smith,
Soul II Soul,
World's Most,
Yazoo,
Darondo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Donald Byrd,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Techniques,
The Slits,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Organ,
Faust,
Half Japanese,
Moby Grape,
Soul Sonic Force,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Moleskins,
The Trojans,
Flash Fearless,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sugar Minott,
Shuggie Otis,
Chrome,
John Lydon,
Eden Ahbez,
Pulsallama,
The Gories,
Dawn Penn,
Kenny Larkin,
Slave,
Bootsy Collins,
The Count Five,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Christie,
Marmalade,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.