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 Denmark and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 Groovy Waters to the punk 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Japan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Silicon Teens,
Derrick Morgan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Henry Cow,
Groovy Waters,
Sandy B,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barry Ungar,
Nils Olav,
The Durutti Column,
Todd Terry,
Procol Harum,
Pantaleimon,
Mantronix,
Robert Görl,
The Offenders,
The Raincoats,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eddi Front,
The Young Rascals,
Inner City,
Juan Atkins,
Das Ding,
Niagra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blossom Toes,
Ronan,
David Bowie,
Whodini,
Nico,
The Barracudas,
Saccharine Trust,
Blake Baxter,
Bill Near,
Babytalk,
Brick,
Lakeside,
Rod Modell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nas,
Vainqueur,
Sex Pistols,
Cameo,
Guru Guru,
Marmalade,
Patti Smith,
Au Pairs,
The Wake,
Rakim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Normal,
Avey Tare,
Crooked Eye,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amon Düül II,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.