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 Philippines and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Trojans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Kaleidoscope,
Harry Pussy,
DJ Sneak,
Eddi Front,
The Busters,
The J.B.'s,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultravox,
The Smoke,
Isaac Hayes,
The Moody Blues,
Swell Maps,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scrapy,
Ituana,
Cymande,
The Invisible,
Niagra,
Zapp,
Patti Smith,
Godley & Creme,
The Walker Brothers,
Ponytail,
Altered Images,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Starr,
The Associates,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stetsasonic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Arcadia,
Mandrill,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Delta 5,
Boz Scaggs,
The Stooges,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun City Girls,
The Litter,
Barbara Tucker,
The Index,
The Motions,
Gil Scott Heron,
a-ha,
Robert Hood,
New Age Steppers,
Minor Threat,
Sam Rivers,
Sparks,
Derrick May,
Erykah Badu,
Janne Schatter,
H. Thieme,
The Birthday Party,
OOIOO,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flipper,
Henry Cow,
John Holt,
Idris Muhammad,
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.