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 Malawi and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Harry Pussy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare,
Easy Going,
Scan 7,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Country Teasers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barrington Levy,
Fatback Band,
Darondo,
Fela Kuti,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Young Rascals,
Eric Dolphy,
Main Source,
Crooked Eye,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott Heron,
Outsiders,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ponytail,
the Swans,
Crash Course in Science,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Womack,
The Associates,
Ohio Players,
Donny Hathaway,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Modern Lovers,
Ten City,
Lalann,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brothers Johnson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-101,
Reagan Youth,
The Move,
Lebanon Hanover,
Motorama,
Amon Düül,
Lou Christie,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alton Ellis,
The Offenders,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nils Olav,
New Order,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sound Behaviour,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Beau Brummels,
the Association,
Brand Nubian,
Tom Boy,
Television,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.