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 Vanuatu and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Banda Bassotti to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Duran Duran,
Essential Logic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Divine Comedy,
Pylon,
Liliput,
Roy Ayers,
Goldenarms,
Bluetip,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yellowson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rod Modell,
Slick Rick,
Con Funk Shun,
Lebanon Hanover,
Maleditus Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Unwound,
The Walker Brothers,
The Music Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Invisible,
Au Pairs,
Y Pants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DJ Sneak,
Negative Approach,
Idris Muhammad,
The Star Department,
Iggy Pop,
Faust,
James White and The Blacks,
Tim Buckley,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Association,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fatback Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Toasters,
Supertramp,
The Slits,
Stereo Dub,
Ultravox,
Carl Craig,
The Move,
Alphaville,
Parry Music,
The Five Americans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Toni Rubio,
Sister Nancy,
Trumans Water,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Colin Newman,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.