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 Bahamas and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Thee Headcoats to the rock 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Cluster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
The Busters,
Max Romeo,
Roxette,
The Smiths,
Supertramp,
L. Decosne,
Blancmange,
Morten Harket,
Brass Construction,
Slick Rick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mission of Burma,
Matthew Halsall,
Lyres,
Swans,
Alton Ellis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kenny Larkin,
Audionom,
Lalann,
The Kinks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Prince Buster,
Royal Trux,
Agitation Free,
MC5,
The Selecter,
Blake Baxter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pantytec,
Circle Jerks,
Saccharine Trust,
Whodini,
Todd Rundgren,
KRS-One,
Pylon,
Banda Bassotti,
World's Most,
Idris Muhammad,
Y Pants,
Groovy Waters,
Marmalade,
Nirvana,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Moby Grape,
Reuben Wilson,
Thee Headcoats,
Ludus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Adolescents,
New Age Steppers,
Talk Talk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Junior Murvin,
Simply Red,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.