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 Paraguay and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Golliwogs to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
the Association,
James White and The Blacks,
Magma,
Quando Quango,
The Divine Comedy,
Max Romeo,
The Litter,
Kevin Saunderson,
The American Breed,
Wally Richardson,
Severed Heads,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Subhumans,
Yusef Lateef,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radio Birdman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ponytail,
FM Einheit,
Warren Ellis,
Young Marble Giants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Residents,
Joensuu 1685,
Rotary Connection,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Zeros,
Malaria!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scientists,
The Walker Brothers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeff Lynne,
Easy Going,
Newcleus,
Black Bananas,
Cecil Taylor,
The Barracudas,
Sixth Finger,
Outsiders,
Kool Moe Dee,
Metal Thangz,
Blossom Toes,
Swans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The United States of America,
One Last Wish,
Motorama,
Black Pus,
the Swans,
The Standells,
Anakelly,
Sällskapet,
The Gun Club,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.