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 Finland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Pere Ubu to the techno 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Barry Ungar,
The Durutti Column,
the Fania All-Stars,
Swell Maps,
Stetsasonic,
Television Personalities,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Maleditus Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Heaven 17,
Sällskapet,
The Shadows of Knight,
DJ Sneak,
Crash Course in Science,
Roxette,
The Knickerbockers,
Alton Ellis,
T.S.O.L.,
Rites of Spring,
Newcleus,
Eli Mardock,
Todd Terry,
Monks,
Barbara Tucker,
Infiniti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Birthday Party,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sandy B,
Tomorrow,
David McCallum,
X-Ray Spex,
Boz Scaggs,
Henry Cow,
Gang Green,
Funky Four + One,
Index,
Pulsallama,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Siglo XX,
The Cure,
Moby Grape,
Scion,
Roy Ayers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Monks,
Minnie Riperton,
Fatback Band,
World's Most,
Subhumans,
Massinfluence,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gong,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David Bowie,
Freddie Wadling,
The Black Dice,
Babytalk,
Unwound,
U.S. Maple,
Arab on Radar,
Pylon,
Idris Muhammad,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.