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 Sri Lanka 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Suburban Knight 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Accadde A,
Jeff Lynne,
Whodini,
Fad Gadget,
Maleditus Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minor Threat,
Graham Central Station,
Porter Ricks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Traffic Nightmare,
Newcleus,
New Age Steppers,
The Count Five,
Joey Negro,
Thee Headcoats,
Rosa Yemen,
Wasted Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alphaville,
Essential Logic,
John Cale,
Morten Harket,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ossler,
Eric Dolphy,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Human League,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ituana,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scrapy,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Motions,
The Sonics,
Scratch Acid,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Vogues,
H. Thieme,
Girls At Our Best!,
Toni Rubio,
The Offenders,
Aural Exciters,
Absolute Body Control,
Roxy Music,
The Divine Comedy,
Jacob Miller,
T. Rex,
Throbbing Gristle,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brand Nubian,
David McCallum,
Sugar Minott,
The Standells,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Flag,
Kurtis Blow,
The New Christs,
The Gun Club,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skaos,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.