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 Lithuania 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 The Wake 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Mighty Diamonds,
Roger Hodgson,
Lungfish,
Deepchord,
Theoretical Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Alton Ellis,
Skriet,
Gang of Four,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terrestrial Tones,
David McCallum,
Brothers Johnson,
Prince Buster,
Aloha Tigers,
Scion,
John Coltrane,
Symarip,
U.S. Maple,
Camberwell Now,
June of 44,
Sex Pistols,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Accadde A,
Moebius,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Michelle Simonal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David Bowie,
Pierre Henry,
Kurtis Blow,
In Retrospect,
Laurel Aitken,
X-102,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Wyatt,
Vladislav Delay,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Subhumans,
Mo-Dettes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rapeman,
B.T. Express,
The Durutti Column,
Hardrive,
The Fall,
The Searchers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tim Buckley,
Funkadelic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boz Scaggs,
China Crisis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lakeside,
Radio Birdman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.