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 Estonia and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Unrelated Segments to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Sugar Minott,
Peter and Kerry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fela Kuti,
Guru Guru,
The Moody Blues,
Josef K,
Ronan,
Duran Duran,
Joe Smooth,
Desert Stars,
Charles Mingus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Henry Cow,
Sun City Girls,
Television,
Liliput,
Isaac Hayes,
Freddie Wadling,
Crime,
Banda Bassotti,
Judy Mowatt,
Newcleus,
Talk Talk,
Dave Gahan,
Bang On A Can,
Patti Smith,
Simply Red,
The Grass Roots,
Lightning Bolt,
Von Mondo,
Sarah Menescal,
The Litter,
Khruangbin,
John Coltrane,
Inner City,
Jacques Brel,
Symarip,
Scion,
Alison Limerick,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Audionom,
H. Thieme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Adolescents,
The Star Department,
Idris Muhammad,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Zeros,
Ossler,
Jandek,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soulsonic Force,
Oneida,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.