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 Antigua and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Buzzcocks,
Man Parrish,
The Fugs,
China Crisis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Drexciya,
Minor Threat,
Howard Jones,
Guru Guru,
The Doors,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Beau Brummels,
the Sonics,
Pulsallama,
T.S.O.L.,
The Star Department,
Delon & Dalcan,
New York Dolls,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
A Certain Ratio,
Smog,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minnie Riperton,
Kenny Larkin,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mummies,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scott Walker,
Eyeless In Gaza,
EPMD,
Goldenarms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Vogues,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fortunes,
Ultra Naté,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Moody Blues,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soulsonic Force,
Funky Four + One,
Yellowson,
X-102,
KRS-One,
Derrick Morgan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Q and Not U,
Ken Boothe,
Donny Hathaway,
The Skatalites,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eli Mardock,
The Motions,
Toni Rubio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.