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 Angola and from Bologna.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Porter Ricks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Move,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Little Man,
The Dave Clark Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
F. McDonald,
The Knickerbockers,
T.S.O.L.,
Barbara Tucker,
Yazoo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Derrick Morgan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kas Product,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wasted Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
Parry Music,
Bobby Womack,
Chris & Cosey,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gories,
Infiniti,
Radiopuhelimet,
Faraquet,
Eurythmics,
Gang Starr,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Byrd,
Roy Ayers,
Quando Quango,
A Certain Ratio,
the Germs,
Excepter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cecil Taylor,
Malaria!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Anthony Braxton,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Index,
Pantytec,
AZ,
Ultravox,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
48th St. Collective,
The Names,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Evens,
Hashim,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Average White Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Duran Duran,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Zero Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
The Happenings,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.