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 Swaziland and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Scion to the disco 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
the Sonics,
The Moody Blues,
Eurythmics,
The Mojo Men,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Echospace,
Icehouse,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Fela Kuti,
Television,
Metal Thangz,
Main Source,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The J.B.'s,
Symarip,
Talk Talk,
Underground Resistance,
The Gories,
The Cramps,
Make Up,
Bobby Byrd,
Wasted Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Sheep,
In Retrospect,
Harmonia,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sound Behaviour,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare,
Leonard Cohen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Babytalk,
The Index,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alice Coltrane,
Danielle Patucci,
The Toasters,
Eric B and Rakim,
James White and The Blacks,
Q and Not U,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Techniques,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cameo,
The Dead C,
Wolf Eyes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
Trumans Water,
The Gun Club,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tears for Fears,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.