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 Ivory Coast 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Lalann to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
The Searchers,
The New Christs,
Iggy Pop,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Neil Young,
The Fall,
the Slits,
The Associates,
The Names,
In Retrospect,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Suburban Knight,
The Fuzztones,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Matthew Bourne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New Age Steppers,
UT,
The Knickerbockers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joey Negro,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aloha Tigers,
June Days,
Das Ding,
The Monochrome Set,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wally Richardson,
Supertramp,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marmalade,
Cecil Taylor,
Mad Mike,
Sandy B,
Oneida,
Marc Almond,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dirtbombs,
The Barracudas,
Godley & Creme,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soul II Soul,
China Crisis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Angry Samoans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minny Pops,
A Certain Ratio,
The Beau Brummels,
Vladislav Delay,
Scrapy,
The Pretty Things,
Heaven 17,
La Düsseldorf,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.