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 Brazil and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Ultravox to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Arcadia,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Buckinghams,
Ice-T,
Los Fastidios,
Kas Product,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Associates,
Quantec,
Joey Negro,
Y Pants,
Bob Dylan,
The Electric Prunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Drexciya,
Joe Smooth,
Howard Jones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Shuggie Otis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Trumans Water,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dead C,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Stooges,
Boz Scaggs,
The Litter,
Adolescents,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minnie Riperton,
June of 44,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The J.B.'s,
John Coltrane,
Ludus,
Simply Red,
Laurel Aitken,
Minor Threat,
Popol Vuh,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Misunderstood,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Smoke,
Hardrive,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare,
Fatback Band,
Roxette,
Nico,
Lou Christie,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Lydon,
UT,
Roy Ayers,
Marc Almond,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lindisfarne,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.