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 Nepal and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Godley & Creme to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Radiohead,
The Toasters,
Electric Prunes,
The Litter,
Shuggie Otis,
Tubeway Army,
Gang of Four,
Hashim,
The American Breed,
Saccharine Trust,
Ronnie Foster,
Model 500,
Grauzone,
Neil Young,
Bluetip,
The Offenders,
Khruangbin,
The Selecter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pierre Henry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
The Victims,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Newcleus,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed,
E-Dancer,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thompson Twins,
Spoonie Gee,
The Misunderstood,
Tom Boy,
Cal Tjader,
Aaron Thompson,
Trumans Water,
Nik Kershaw,
Skaos,
Pussy Galore,
Altered Images,
Intrusion,
Reuben Wilson,
K-Klass,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aswad,
John Holt,
Robert Görl,
Bang On A Can,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gun Club,
Sugar Minott,
the Sonics,
Yaz,
Reagan Youth,
Cymande,
Wally Richardson,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.