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 Guyana and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 David Bowie 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 Don Cherry to the rock 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Ossler,
Black Bananas,
Q65,
Spandau Ballet,
Junior Murvin,
Unrelated Segments,
Harry Pussy,
The Busters,
Bill Near,
Model 500,
Angry Samoans,
Howard Jones,
Franke,
Robert Wyatt,
Alice Coltrane,
These Immortal Souls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terrestrial Tones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gong,
The Count Five,
Sonic Youth,
Roy Ayers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eurythmics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed,
Parry Music,
Excepter,
Marc Almond,
The Motions,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cure,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deepchord,
Alton Ellis,
a-ha,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gladiators,
Derrick Morgan,
The Monochrome Set,
the Slits,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tim Buckley,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Christie,
Nico,
Roger Hodgson,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cramps,
Aural Exciters,
Heaven 17,
EPMD,
PIL,
The Angels of Light,
The Zeros,
Eric Copeland,
The Fall,
Au Pairs,
Supertramp,
Bluetip,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.