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 San Marino and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
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 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 Aaron Thompson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Godley & Creme,
Blancmange,
Marc Almond,
John Cale,
The Motions,
Shoche,
Hardrive,
New Age Steppers,
Yazoo,
Joe Finger,
Masters at Work,
Young Marble Giants,
John Coltrane,
Dave Gahan,
48th St. Collective,
OOIOO,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nik Kershaw,
David McCallum,
Bill Near,
Khruangbin,
Depeche Mode,
Lalann,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dennis Brown,
Blossom Toes,
Todd Rundgren,
Rod Modell,
Aural Exciters,
Scratch Acid,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kerri Chandler,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mission of Burma,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun City Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
The Toasters,
Sex Pistols,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Birthday Party,
Sexual Harrassment,
L. Decosne,
The Trojans,
Roy Ayers,
The Searchers,
E-Dancer,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Susan Cadogan,
Parry Music,
The Gladiators,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jimmy McGriff,
This Heat,
Pierre Henry,
Severed Heads,
Infiniti,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.