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 Equatorial Guinea and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Bob Dylan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Parry Music,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Spoonie Gee,
The Doors,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Carl Craig,
The Real Kids,
Connie Case,
Michelle Simonal,
Barry Ungar,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bill Wells,
The Smiths,
Unwound,
Yaz,
Yazoo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tim Buckley,
Marmalade,
Warsaw,
Don Cherry,
Soft Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joyce Sims,
The Stooges,
Oblivians,
Q and Not U,
The Angels of Light,
the Association,
Roxette,
Banda Bassotti,
Pantytec,
John Holt,
Mandrill,
Derrick May,
Silicon Teens,
DJ Style,
Kevin Saunderson,
ABBA,
The Durutti Column,
The Residents,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eden Ahbez,
Dual Sessions,
Amon Düül,
Negative Approach,
Zapp,
Delta 5,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hot Snakes,
Pulsallama,
U.S. Maple,
The Grass Roots,
Jerry's Kids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.