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 Taiwan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Sonny Sharrock to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Alton Ellis,
Anakelly,
Sonic Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
Altered Images,
X-Ray Spex,
Bang On A Can,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Swans,
The Martian,
The Human League,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roxette,
Dawn Penn,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Johnny Osbourne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Smog,
Whodini,
Quando Quango,
Guru Guru,
Wasted Youth,
Niagra,
Ronan,
Blossom Toes,
Kas Product,
Gang Starr,
The Knickerbockers,
Liliput,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cluster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scratch Acid,
Erykah Badu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rekid,
Malaria!,
the Bar-Kays,
UT,
The Fall,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Henry Cow,
Crash Course in Science,
H. Thieme,
Das Ding,
Curtis Mayfield,
Derrick Morgan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Funkadelic,
Peter & Gordon,
Sandy B,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ten City,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeff Lynne,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Smoke,
Patti Smith,
Man Parrish,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.