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 Solomon Islands and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 Gang Green to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Boz Scaggs,
Suburban Knight,
Iggy Pop,
Fatback Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Piero Umiliani,
Symarip,
Pagans,
Erykah Badu,
Ultravox,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra,
Talk Talk,
Outsiders,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Moon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camberwell Now,
Television,
Sandy B,
The Busters,
Icehouse,
Andrew Hill,
Brass Construction,
Spandau Ballet,
Mark Hollis,
Kaleidoscope,
Shuggie Otis,
Susan Cadogan,
Tom Boy,
The Saints,
Faraquet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Morten Harket,
Funky Four + One,
Pole,
Black Pus,
One Last Wish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Leonard Cohen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Technova,
June of 44,
Scott Walker,
Little Man,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
PIL,
The Invisible,
Country Teasers,
Curtis Mayfield,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Animal Collective,
Crash Course in Science,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fortunes,
Niagra,
The Beau Brummels,
Isaac Hayes,
Barry Ungar,
Anakelly,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.