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 Tuvalu and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 Harry Pussy to the grime 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Jimmy McGriff,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Agitation Free,
Scrapy,
Infiniti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Traffic Nightmare,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neil Young,
Neu!,
Desert Stars,
48th St. Collective,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Motions,
Boz Scaggs,
Quadrant,
Sam Rivers,
Soft Machine,
Maurizio,
Deadbeat,
The Walker Brothers,
FM Einheit,
Cecil Taylor,
Colin Newman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bad Manners,
Connie Case,
Marshall Jefferson,
Country Teasers,
June Days,
Masters at Work,
The Neon Judgement,
The Alarm Clocks,
EPMD,
Fela Kuti,
The Happenings,
Gastr Del Sol,
One Last Wish,
The Monks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tomorrow,
Erykah Badu,
Motorama,
Gang of Four,
Isaac Hayes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Unrelated Segments,
John Foxx,
Joensuu 1685,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scan 7,
Warren Ellis,
James White and The Blacks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Angry Samoans,
The Toasters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Steve Hackett,
Technova,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.