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 Kuwait and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nation of Ulysses to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Technova,
Shoche,
Henry Cow,
Pole,
Quantec,
Blancmange,
Sonic Youth,
The Martian,
Los Fastidios,
Warsaw,
The Pretty Things,
Agent Orange,
Soulsonic Force,
Lungfish,
Pantaleimon,
The Divine Comedy,
Derrick May,
Section 25,
Man Eating Sloth,
Intrusion,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pierre Henry,
The Monochrome Set,
Vainqueur,
Tres Demented,
Y Pants,
Matthew Bourne,
Reagan Youth,
The Fall,
Mission of Burma,
The Residents,
AZ,
Reuben Wilson,
Radiohead,
The Modern Lovers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
This Heat,
Gang of Four,
Qualms,
Junior Murvin,
Alphaville,
Roger Hodgson,
Stereo Dub,
John Holt,
Mo-Dettes,
Clear Light,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
PIL,
Altered Images,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arthur Verocai,
The Names,
The Star Department,
Icehouse,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aural Exciters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stiv Bators,
The Music Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.