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 Paraguay and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 Sun City Girls to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Von Mondo,
The Residents,
Soul II Soul,
Lebanon Hanover,
Erasure,
Reagan Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joe Finger,
UT,
The Doors,
Sparks,
Soft Machine,
The American Breed,
Half Japanese,
These Immortal Souls,
Little Man,
X-102,
Sun Ra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter & Gordon,
Blossom Toes,
Main Source,
The Red Krayola,
Leonard Cohen,
Nils Olav,
Hardrive,
Radiohead,
John Lydon,
Index,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moss Icon,
Tres Demented,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Doobie Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
the Association,
Derrick Morgan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ronnie Foster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David Bowie,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Goldenarms,
Severed Heads,
Josef K,
Amon Düül,
Don Cherry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Golliwogs,
Lakeside,
Symarip,
The Fall,
The United States of America,
Excepter,
Joyce Sims,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marvin Gaye,
Barbara Tucker,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.