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 Ireland and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 Drive Like Jehu to the jazz 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
The Gories,
Mo-Dettes,
Sixth Finger,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harmonia,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pagans,
Amon Düül,
New Order,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hoover,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ornette Coleman,
Brick,
Icehouse,
Roy Ayers,
Al Stewart,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Durutti Column,
Eve St. Jones,
Bronski Beat,
Magazine,
David Bowie,
Eli Mardock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fatback Band,
Inner City,
Tres Demented,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Bob Dylan,
Soulsonic Force,
Connie Case,
Pulsallama,
The Gun Club,
Chris Corsano,
Janne Schatter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Laurel Aitken,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ossler,
The Walker Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
T. Rex,
Bauhaus,
The Busters,
Faust,
The Mummies,
Silicon Teens,
The Buckinghams,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Leonard Cohen,
Ken Boothe,
Slick Rick,
Joe Finger,
Ronnie Foster,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.