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 Albania and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Lebanon Hanover to the grime 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
T.S.O.L.,
Eli Mardock,
Little Man,
Banda Bassotti,
John Lydon,
Ultravox,
Gichy Dan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Maurizio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radiohead,
Minnie Riperton,
Quadrant,
Franke,
The Standells,
Dual Sessions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Clear Light,
CMW,
Smog,
Bronski Beat,
Faust,
Gerry Rafferty,
Absolute Body Control,
Newcleus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Techniques,
Oneida,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sound,
Cameo,
One Last Wish,
Robert Wyatt,
Pierre Henry,
Roy Ayers,
Yusef Lateef,
Masters at Work,
John Coltrane,
Skarface,
Charles Mingus,
Von Mondo,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Pretty Things,
The Cramps,
Rakim,
The Fuzztones,
Spoonie Gee,
Scion,
Whodini,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Surgeon,
Electric Prunes,
Agitation Free,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Martian,
Prince Buster,
The Evens,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lungfish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Holt,
Brass Construction,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.