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 Suriname and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 June Days to the jazz 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
F. McDonald,
Agitation Free,
Goldenarms,
Mantronix,
World's Most,
The Birthday Party,
Von Mondo,
Toni Rubio,
Lightning Bolt,
48th St. Collective,
Outsiders,
The Pretty Things,
The Fugs,
Mr. Review,
Con Funk Shun,
Aural Exciters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hardrive,
The Index,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nik Kershaw,
Roxy Music,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yellowson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amon Düül,
Thompson Twins,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
X-101,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blancmange,
Johnny Osbourne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soul II Soul,
Altered Images,
Lyres,
Whodini,
Davy DMX,
Television,
Funky Four + One,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-102,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ponytail,
Juan Atkins,
New Order,
Cal Tjader,
The Seeds,
Eric Copeland,
Alphaville,
Laurel Aitken,
Model 500,
The New Christs,
One Last Wish,
Fat Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.