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 Senegal and from Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Minny Pops to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Sound Behaviour,
T. Rex,
Kerri Chandler,
Moby Grape,
Simply Red,
Marcia Griffiths,
Susan Cadogan,
KRS-One,
The New Christs,
June Days,
The Alarm Clocks,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fugs,
Peter and Kerry,
Trumans Water,
the Swans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Half Japanese,
Reuben Wilson,
Smog,
JFA,
Saccharine Trust,
Rapeman,
Dead Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Moleskins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nils Olav,
Fela Kuti,
Anthony Braxton,
Desert Stars,
Visage,
Morten Harket,
Barbara Tucker,
Technova,
Amon Düül II,
Eve St. Jones,
Dennis Brown,
John Foxx,
Matthew Bourne,
Clear Light,
Stereo Dub,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Severed Heads,
Danielle Patucci,
Byron Stingily,
Bluetip,
Hot Snakes,
Stiv Bators,
The Buckinghams,
The Human League,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sight & Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Porter Ricks,
Lower 48,
Parry Music,
Khruangbin,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.