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 Brunei and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Velvet Underground to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Oblivians,
Maleditus Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mo-Dettes,
The Wake,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wally Richardson,
Rekid,
The Index,
Brand Nubian,
Wings,
The Grass Roots,
John Holt,
Lakeside,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric Dolphy,
The Saints,
The J.B.'s,
The Monks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Wyatt,
Blossom Toes,
China Crisis,
Dawn Penn,
A Certain Ratio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cymande,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roxy Music,
Amon Düül,
The Selecter,
Albert Ayler,
Simply Red,
Parry Music,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minor Threat,
Barbara Tucker,
New Order,
Roger Hodgson,
48th St. Collective,
The Vogues,
Mad Mike,
Skarface,
Todd Terry,
Panda Bear,
Tres Demented,
The Last Poets,
John Coltrane,
The Fortunes,
ABC,
The Litter,
Peter and Kerry,
Urselle,
The Mojo Men,
Fat Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Icehouse,
Young Marble Giants,
David Bowie,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.