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 Congo and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 The Flesh Eaters to the disco 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
The Gories,
Simply Red,
KRS-One,
Magma,
Bronski Beat,
Amon Düül II,
ABBA,
Shuggie Otis,
The Walker Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
Bad Manners,
Henry Cow,
This Heat,
Arcadia,
Robert Görl,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dennis Brown,
The Remains,
In Retrospect,
Jacques Brel,
The Zeros,
Motorama,
The Last Poets,
Audionom,
Urselle,
Ken Boothe,
Pulsallama,
Albert Ayler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Pus,
The Fall,
Scott Walker,
Oneida,
Susan Cadogan,
X-Ray Spex,
Unwound,
Gang of Four,
Nico,
The Residents,
Reagan Youth,
Graham Central Station,
The Move,
Funky Four + One,
Icehouse,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Moon,
Peter and Kerry,
Aloha Tigers,
Hashim,
These Immortal Souls,
Camberwell Now,
Barry Ungar,
Index,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lalann,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dave Clark Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pere Ubu,
Soft Cell,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.