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 Kosovo and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 John Coltrane to the punk 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Alison Limerick,
a-ha,
Crispy Ambulance,
Max Romeo,
The Martian,
Skarface,
Al Stewart,
Rotary Connection,
Spandau Ballet,
ABC,
The New Christs,
Clear Light,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed,
Gang of Four,
Motorama,
Delta 5,
The Barracudas,
Camberwell Now,
The Fire Engines,
10cc,
Bobby Sherman,
Ice-T,
Steve Hackett,
Scan 7,
Eve St. Jones,
Morten Harket,
Q65,
Sandy B,
The Zeros,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pet Shop Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Howard Jones,
UT,
The Index,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Hood,
Marmalade,
the Normal,
Con Funk Shun,
Kerrie Biddell,
Maurizio,
Connie Case,
Absolute Body Control,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Grass Roots,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Depeche Mode,
Agitation Free,
Skaos,
Sonic Youth,
The Seeds,
Joe Finger,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sound,
Lalann,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.