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 Paraguay and from Glasgow.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ 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 Parry Music to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Wire,
DJ Sneak,
Alphaville,
Albert Ayler,
Essential Logic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brass Construction,
Fugazi,
Junior Murvin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Iggy Pop,
Heaven 17,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amazonics,
World's Most,
Negative Approach,
Gang Starr,
The Gories,
Talk Talk,
Kayak,
Zero Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boredoms,
Donald Byrd,
Soulsonic Force,
Rosa Yemen,
Andrew Hill,
Ohio Players,
Eve St. Jones,
Hashim,
Slave,
The Trojans,
Jeff Lynne,
Television Personalities,
Cybotron,
Ultravox,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Bananas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stetsasonic,
The Sonics,
The Human League,
Bluetip,
The Star Department,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DJ Style,
The Smoke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Steve Hackett,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Görl,
Alice Coltrane,
Maleditus Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Pere Ubu,
Mantronix,
Marc Almond,
Brand Nubian,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.