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 Italy and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 Camberwell Now to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Basic Channel,
Ken Boothe,
Brass Construction,
The Happenings,
Drexciya,
Average White Band,
The Stooges,
Stiv Bators,
Excepter,
Accadde A,
The J.B.'s,
Sällskapet,
Yazoo,
Infiniti,
Pere Ubu,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Move,
The Cramps,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Hood,
Barrington Levy,
Marine Girls,
Agent Orange,
The Blackbyrds,
The Associates,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Maurizio,
Pierre Henry,
Television,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Idris Muhammad,
Carl Craig,
Anakelly,
Loose Ends,
Jeff Lynne,
The Modern Lovers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Leonard Cohen,
Mad Mike,
Lower 48,
Underground Resistance,
Tubeway Army,
Marmalade,
10cc,
Man Eating Sloth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Beau Brummels,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scan 7,
Lakeside,
The Selecter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fat Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Girls At Our Best!,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eddi Front,
The Dave Clark Five,
Qualms,
DJ Style,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.