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 Saudi Arabia and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Easy Going to the funk 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
CMW,
Jawbox,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Wyatt,
Sight & Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rapeman,
Crash Course in Science,
Mantronix,
One Last Wish,
The Gladiators,
The Cramps,
The Blackbyrds,
Sister Nancy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bootsy Collins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thee Headcoats,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Germs,
Underground Resistance,
Chris & Cosey,
LL Cool J,
Scion,
Erasure,
ABC,
Infiniti,
Hot Snakes,
John Holt,
Moss Icon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Frankie Knuckles,
Organ,
The Associates,
Los Fastidios,
The Toasters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roger Hodgson,
Joensuu 1685,
The Durutti Column,
Pantaleimon,
June Days,
Gastr Del Sol,
Byron Stingily,
Japan,
Fear,
The Wake,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neu!,
The Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Green,
The Flesh Eaters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Surgeon,
Lindisfarne,
ABBA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.