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 Belgium and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ 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 Accadde A to the rock 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Sam Rivers,
Easy Going,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed,
Bootsy Collins,
Barbara Tucker,
Yaz,
Wolf Eyes,
Bush Tetras,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Erykah Badu,
The Durutti Column,
La Düsseldorf,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soulsonic Force,
Los Fastidios,
Camouflage,
Eden Ahbez,
Kas Product,
Don Cherry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
JFA,
The Star Department,
Theoretical Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joe Finger,
E-Dancer,
Ossler,
Yellowson,
The Five Americans,
Brand Nubian,
Metal Thangz,
Derrick May,
Robert Görl,
Thompson Twins,
The Names,
Alphaville,
the Human League,
Aswad,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Womack,
D'Angelo,
cv313,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marine Girls,
Swell Maps,
Spandau Ballet,
Boz Scaggs,
Max Romeo,
The Fortunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Monks,
The Young Rascals,
Rotary Connection,
Kayak,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The United States of America,
Dark Day,
Average White Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.