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 Armenia 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Neil Young to the jazz 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Roger Hodgson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultravox,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blossom Toes,
UT,
Cymande,
Byron Stingily,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Knickerbockers,
The Moody Blues,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pulsallama,
Soft Cell,
The Cramps,
Desert Stars,
Cal Tjader,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Toasters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amon Düül,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Cale,
Yellowson,
The Monochrome Set,
Tears for Fears,
T. Rex,
D'Angelo,
Mo-Dettes,
One Last Wish,
Amon Düül II,
Boz Scaggs,
The Offenders,
Royal Trux,
The Gun Club,
Camberwell Now,
Cecil Taylor,
Ronan,
Gichy Dan,
Banda Bassotti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hardrive,
Lungfish,
John Foxx,
Mandrill,
Ultra Naté,
Iggy Pop,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Don Cherry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flipper,
The Angels of Light,
Skaos,
The Move,
Metal Thangz,
Au Pairs,
KRS-One,
Mission of Burma,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.