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 Afghanistan 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Anakelly,
Roger Hodgson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alice Coltrane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amazonics,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Womack,
Stiv Bators,
Minny Pops,
Ultra Naté,
Derrick Morgan,
Sugar Minott,
Dave Gahan,
Matthew Bourne,
Judy Mowatt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Divine Comedy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Music Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fad Gadget,
One Last Wish,
Zapp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David Bowie,
Piero Umiliani,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ossler,
Isaac Hayes,
Godley & Creme,
June Days,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Masters at Work,
The Slackers,
Swell Maps,
Dark Day,
Freddie Wadling,
Graham Central Station,
Tubeway Army,
Tomorrow,
Quando Quango,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jawbox,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
The Buckinghams,
The Wake,
The Electric Prunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Massinfluence,
Eddi Front,
Essential Logic,
Joyce Sims,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.