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 Ghana and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 David McCallum to the crunk 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
MDC,
The Dirtbombs,
The Electric Prunes,
Judy Mowatt,
Animal Collective,
JFA,
Electric Prunes,
The Music Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Darondo,
Brand Nubian,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fugs,
Soul II Soul,
Mark Hollis,
Negative Approach,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Michelle Simonal,
Marine Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Porter Ricks,
Stereo Dub,
Kayak,
Bauhaus,
The Techniques,
Spoonie Gee,
Bush Tetras,
Chris & Cosey,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marmalade,
Audionom,
Freddie Wadling,
The Golliwogs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Steve Hackett,
Bob Dylan,
Sparks,
Crooked Eye,
Little Man,
Black Bananas,
Patti Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
L. Decosne,
The Skatalites,
Lou Christie,
Popol Vuh,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crime,
The Tremeloes,
Unwound,
The Invisible,
Cal Tjader,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.