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 Mexico and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 kango's stein massive to the disco 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Byron Stingily,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Cale,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Slits,
Freddie Wadling,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Starr,
Godley & Creme,
Mo-Dettes,
Section 25,
Joe Finger,
the Normal,
Inner City,
Eddi Front,
The Tremeloes,
Kurtis Blow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Don Cherry,
The Monochrome Set,
Hasil Adkins,
Index,
Fad Gadget,
Piero Umiliani,
Harmonia,
Lightning Bolt,
UT,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
Alison Limerick,
The Move,
Von Mondo,
The Residents,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Darondo,
Deadbeat,
Accadde A,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amon Düül II,
Laurel Aitken,
Frankie Knuckles,
Suicide,
Gastr Del Sol,
Howard Jones,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bronski Beat,
The Doors,
The Black Dice,
Gong,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Audionom,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camouflage,
Shuggie Otis,
Sparks,
Minor Threat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Charles Mingus,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.