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 South Africa and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Quantec to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Stetsasonic,
Erykah Badu,
Inner City,
Buzzcocks,
Blancmange,
The Angels of Light,
Bauhaus,
Zapp,
Aaron Thompson,
Vainqueur,
The Black Dice,
Sun Ra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soft Machine,
LL Cool J,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Starr,
Kerri Chandler,
Popol Vuh,
Camberwell Now,
Aural Exciters,
Au Pairs,
Soft Cell,
Fela Kuti,
Al Stewart,
Hardrive,
Audionom,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roxy Music,
Ken Boothe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pulsallama,
Yazoo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Can,
The Electric Prunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Negative Approach,
Franke,
Eve St. Jones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eddi Front,
Faust,
Parry Music,
Organ,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arcadia,
Qualms,
Gichy Dan,
The Selecter,
Lower 48,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Liliput,
Wire,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Electric Prunes,
Second Layer,
Thompson Twins,
Unwound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Monks,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.