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 Namibia and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ten City to the rap 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bill Near,
The Buckinghams,
Grey Daturas,
Joe Smooth,
China Crisis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lower 48,
Barry Ungar,
Roy Ayers,
Tom Boy,
Lindisfarne,
Subhumans,
The Pretty Things,
Leonard Cohen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Judy Mowatt,
Joey Negro,
Minny Pops,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Womack,
Severed Heads,
Bootsy Collins,
Lakeside,
The Music Machine,
Porter Ricks,
Electric Prunes,
Alton Ellis,
Pantytec,
Harpers Bizarre,
B.T. Express,
Soul II Soul,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Malaria!,
Eric Dolphy,
Funky Four + One,
Lyres,
Lou Christie,
The Real Kids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Flag,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moby Grape,
T.S.O.L.,
Zero Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Green,
Ituana,
Scan 7,
The Gap Band,
The Smoke,
Rosa Yemen,
Youth Brigade,
The Remains,
Lightning Bolt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fuzztones,
Brand Nubian,
Wings,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.