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 Syria and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Marcia Griffiths to the rap 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
The Moody Blues,
Sight & Sound,
Roxette,
ABC,
Black Flag,
Trumans Water,
Smog,
Vainqueur,
David McCallum,
The Cowsills,
The Golliwogs,
Icehouse,
Patti Smith,
The Angels of Light,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aswad,
Jeff Lynne,
Colin Newman,
Country Teasers,
Eric Dolphy,
Deakin,
Ornette Coleman,
Davy DMX,
Surgeon,
The Zeros,
Howard Jones,
The Dead C,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radiohead,
Saccharine Trust,
Grauzone,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blancmange,
Japan,
Au Pairs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kerrie Biddell,
June of 44,
Wally Richardson,
Gong,
Agent Orange,
48th St. Collective,
The Wake,
Alphaville,
The Skatalites,
Derrick Morgan,
Kayak,
Panda Bear,
PIL,
Lou Reed,
Black Moon,
Young Marble Giants,
Aloha Tigers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Steve Hackett,
Barry Ungar,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.