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 Barbados 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Oblivians to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fortunes,
Chrome,
Deadbeat,
The Residents,
Tim Buckley,
Infiniti,
Lungfish,
Aswad,
The Count Five,
Glenn Branca,
The Remains,
Flipper,
Amon Düül,
Japan,
The Gap Band,
Alphaville,
The Gladiators,
Jeff Lynne,
The Saints,
Boz Scaggs,
Roy Ayers,
Nirvana,
the Slits,
Soulsonic Force,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nick Fraelich,
Ituana,
Eric Copeland,
Boredoms,
Matthew Bourne,
T.S.O.L.,
Country Teasers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sound Behaviour,
The Doors,
The Raincoats,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bush Tetras,
Zero Boys,
Oneida,
Joy Division,
The Beau Brummels,
Negative Approach,
Ronan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Blues Magoos,
F. McDonald,
New Age Steppers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scrapy,
The Busters,
Das Ding,
The Invisible,
Chris & Cosey,
Moebius,
Ken Boothe,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fugs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harry Pussy,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.