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 Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the electroclash 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
CMW,
Susan Cadogan,
The Litter,
Groovy Waters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terry Callier,
The Stooges,
James White and The Blacks,
Porter Ricks,
the Soft Cell,
Babytalk,
Los Fastidios,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alison Limerick,
Schoolly D,
Stereo Dub,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Q and Not U,
Black Moon,
Rekid,
Cluster,
Can,
Jandek,
Alice Coltrane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Supertramp,
The United States of America,
Infiniti,
Danielle Patucci,
Godley & Creme,
Adolescents,
Erasure,
The Mummies,
Aloha Tigers,
Intrusion,
Robert Görl,
Joe Smooth,
Donald Byrd,
Rufus Thomas,
Andrew Hill,
Popol Vuh,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chris Corsano,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Association,
Nik Kershaw,
Nas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Albert Ayler,
Joyce Sims,
The Neon Judgement,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gichy Dan,
X-Ray Spex,
Mr. Review,
Eric Copeland,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mantronix,
Bronski Beat,
Todd Rundgren,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.