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 Barbados and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare 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 Echospace to the rock 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Reagan Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cybotron,
The United States of America,
Nation of Ulysses,
Todd Rundgren,
Skarface,
Theoretical Girls,
The Vogues,
Aloha Tigers,
John Coltrane,
Pulsallama,
Organ,
Gang of Four,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New Order,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quando Quango,
Minny Pops,
The Gun Club,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun City Girls,
Moby Grape,
Arcadia,
The Doors,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oblivians,
Joensuu 1685,
Suicide,
Stereo Dub,
Metal Thangz,
Scientists,
The Smoke,
Jeff Lynne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Talk Talk,
Trumans Water,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Görl,
Aswad,
Quantec,
The Litter,
Public Image Ltd.,
FM Einheit,
Jimmy McGriff,
Andrew Hill,
Fad Gadget,
Toni Rubio,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott Heron,
Massinfluence,
L. Decosne,
Nik Kershaw,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eddi Front,
Rufus Thomas,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.