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 Greece and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eddi Front to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Litter,
Black Pus,
Index,
Banda Bassotti,
the Sonics,
Procol Harum,
Camouflage,
The Techniques,
Rod Modell,
The Tremeloes,
Alice Coltrane,
Harry Pussy,
Bootsy Collins,
Funky Four + One,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Television Personalities,
Joey Negro,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Zapp,
The Move,
Tres Demented,
The Index,
Fela Kuti,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Blues Magoos,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arcadia,
Popol Vuh,
The Toasters,
Jacques Brel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Idris Muhammad,
Massinfluence,
Soul II Soul,
Bizarre Inc.,
Glenn Branca,
Bill Near,
The Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Scott Walker,
Ice-T,
Soulsonic Force,
Sandy B,
Bluetip,
Matthew Halsall,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Prince Buster,
John Holt,
CMW,
Surgeon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bauhaus,
X-101,
The Human League,
This Heat,
Bobby Byrd,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.