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 Afghanistan and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 Wire to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Das Ding,
The Five Americans,
Drexciya,
ABC,
Maurizio,
Peter and Kerry,
Negative Approach,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quando Quango,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harry Pussy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Carl Craig,
Hasil Adkins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Stooges,
Marmalade,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed,
Rakim,
The Fire Engines,
Faust,
Moebius,
Black Pus,
Deakin,
Wire,
Franke,
Spandau Ballet,
The Walker Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeff Lynne,
DJ Sneak,
Soulsonic Force,
Babytalk,
Nick Fraelich,
The Saints,
Sällskapet,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Womack,
the Human League,
Fluxion,
The Techniques,
Swans,
the Normal,
Kaleidoscope,
Flamin' Groovies,
Popol Vuh,
Black Bananas,
Pole,
Malaria!,
Whodini,
Ponytail,
The Doors,
The Knickerbockers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.