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 Singapore 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Agitation Free to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Ultravox,
Isaac Hayes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Qualms,
The Monochrome Set,
Silicon Teens,
Iggy Pop,
Marine Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soft Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eve St. Jones,
Surgeon,
Idris Muhammad,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
In Retrospect,
The Modern Lovers,
Charles Mingus,
Fela Kuti,
Nils Olav,
MC5,
The Cure,
Jacob Miller,
Pulsallama,
Television,
Robert Wyatt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Byrd,
Rosa Yemen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Trumans Water,
Royal Trux,
Talk Talk,
Wire,
Livin' Joy,
Mr. Review,
Massinfluence,
Rotary Connection,
Anakelly,
Zapp,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ornette Coleman,
The Blackbyrds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ludus,
Moss Icon,
Lindisfarne,
The Knickerbockers,
Bill Near,
Terry Callier,
New York Dolls,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Motions,
X-102,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skriet,
Guru Guru,
Quadrant,
The Seeds,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.