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 San Marino and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Clear Light to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
The Real Kids,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Rakim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thee Headcoats,
Porter Ricks,
The Divine Comedy,
Erykah Badu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barrington Levy,
The Remains,
Sun City Girls,
The Slackers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deadbeat,
Lucky Dragons,
Nation of Ulysses,
Leonard Cohen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minny Pops,
Organ,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pantaleimon,
Dead Boys,
Max Romeo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soft Machine,
Camberwell Now,
Bill Wells,
Newcleus,
Mission of Burma,
Ituana,
Pussy Galore,
Hoover,
Unrelated Segments,
Amazonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sound,
Marine Girls,
DNA,
Parry Music,
X-102,
Television,
Idris Muhammad,
Joensuu 1685,
Scrapy,
Pylon,
Cluster,
June Days,
Crispian St. Peters,
Slave,
Electric Light Orchestra,
kango's stein massive,
Cymande,
Ronan,
Cal Tjader,
Silicon Teens,
Aloha Tigers,
Blancmange,
Jacob Miller,
Fela Kuti,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.