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 Singapore and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 E-Dancer to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Drexciya,
Grey Daturas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Shuggie Otis,
ABBA,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Negative Approach,
The Doors,
Black Sheep,
Deadbeat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fugs,
Eric Dolphy,
Make Up,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Barracudas,
Alton Ellis,
The Invisible,
kango's stein massive,
Marc Almond,
Brick,
Lou Reed,
New York Dolls,
Organ,
Guru Guru,
Chris Corsano,
Minnie Riperton,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minutemen,
the Germs,
Nirvana,
Jacques Brel,
Man Parrish,
Jawbox,
Barry Ungar,
Don Cherry,
Cal Tjader,
Basic Channel,
Motorama,
New Order,
The Black Dice,
June of 44,
Quando Quango,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Green,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Unrelated Segments,
MC5,
LL Cool J,
The Walker Brothers,
the Soft Cell,
Babytalk,
Robert Hood,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.