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 Egypt and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bobby Byrd to the electroclash 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Ludus,
D'Angelo,
The Motions,
Hardrive,
Whodini,
Skaos,
The Detroit Cobras,
Guru Guru,
Faraquet,
The Human League,
Chris Corsano,
Sarah Menescal,
The Birthday Party,
the Germs,
Subhumans,
Infiniti,
Adolescents,
Wings,
Chris & Cosey,
Country Teasers,
Camberwell Now,
Theoretical Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
the Normal,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Smiths,
Cal Tjader,
The Sonics,
Scratch Acid,
Eden Ahbez,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joe Smooth,
Zapp,
Swans,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Association,
Pylon,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
Howard Jones,
The Dead C,
David Bowie,
Henry Cow,
Massinfluence,
The Move,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeff Mills,
The Golliwogs,
Stiv Bators,
Sam Rivers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun City Girls,
F. McDonald,
Nils Olav,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fortunes,
Cluster,
Cymande,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Delta 5,
Radio Birdman,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.