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 Malawi and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Moody Blues to the rock 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Arab on Radar,
Ponytail,
Ronnie Foster,
Matthew Bourne,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Womack,
Brass Construction,
Mantronix,
The Black Dice,
Scratch Acid,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eurythmics,
Harry Pussy,
Cluster,
Electric Prunes,
Franke,
The Barracudas,
The Selecter,
Spoonie Gee,
Colin Newman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alton Ellis,
Young Marble Giants,
Cybotron,
Animal Collective,
Negative Approach,
Tubeway Army,
The Buckinghams,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sonics,
Hardrive,
Rakim,
The Smoke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Modern Lovers,
Leonard Cohen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wally Richardson,
the Bar-Kays,
K-Klass,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Association,
Yazoo,
Easy Going,
Nick Fraelich,
Scrapy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arcadia,
Arthur Verocai,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Piero Umiliani,
Mad Mike,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ituana,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.