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 Tunisia and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Johnny Clarke to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Radiohead,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Laurel Aitken,
Joe Finger,
Scion,
Brass Construction,
The Leaves,
Jesper Dahlback,
Duran Duran,
This Heat,
Pantytec,
Guru Guru,
The Electric Prunes,
Tomorrow,
Q65,
Pulsallama,
Buzzcocks,
The Angels of Light,
Charles Mingus,
Patti Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pylon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Oneida,
Sandy B,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brand Nubian,
Das Ding,
The Zeros,
Steve Hackett,
Agitation Free,
Joe Smooth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Isaac Hayes,
The Seeds,
Sixth Finger,
Visage,
Maurizio,
New Age Steppers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roxy Music,
The Raincoats,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soft Machine,
Symarip,
Rhythm & Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Rites of Spring,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun City Girls,
Neu!,
Ronnie Foster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harmonia,
Agent Orange,
Subhumans,
F. McDonald,
The Last Poets,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.