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 Libya and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Donny Hathaway to the grunge 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Popol Vuh,
Delta 5,
Moby Grape,
The Sound,
Electric Prunes,
kango's stein massive,
Scrapy,
Robert Wyatt,
Groovy Waters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Colin Newman,
the Swans,
Deakin,
Absolute Body Control,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun Ra,
Half Japanese,
Danielle Patucci,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minutemen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sparks,
Eurythmics,
Ponytail,
The Fortunes,
Cecil Taylor,
Cheater Slicks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Goldenarms,
The Leaves,
Roxy Music,
Liliput,
Bronski Beat,
Amon Düül II,
The Blackbyrds,
Interpol,
Althea and Donna,
Harmonia,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joy Division,
Sonic Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Guru Guru,
Gang Gang Dance,
Clear Light,
The Five Americans,
Black Bananas,
Au Pairs,
Deadbeat,
Rufus Thomas,
AZ,
Metal Thangz,
Rites of Spring,
Stetsasonic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joensuu 1685,
Moss Icon,
Ultra Naté,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.