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 Tonga and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba 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 Kurtis Blow to the techno 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
The Smoke,
The Human League,
The Tremeloes,
Alton Ellis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Selecter,
Rosa Yemen,
Flamin' Groovies,
Desert Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Supertramp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scientists,
Jacob Miller,
This Heat,
The Fall,
Flipper,
Fugazi,
The Young Rascals,
Marshall Jefferson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marc Almond,
Japan,
The Barracudas,
Oblivians,
Jeru the Damaja,
Masters at Work,
Little Man,
Matthew Bourne,
Index,
T.S.O.L.,
Excepter,
Don Cherry,
Camberwell Now,
Nick Fraelich,
H. Thieme,
OOIOO,
Fluxion,
DNA,
Faust,
The Stooges,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Severed Heads,
Make Up,
Accadde A,
Neu!,
The Slits,
Sound Behaviour,
Essential Logic,
Scratch Acid,
Carl Craig,
Radio Birdman,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Wyatt,
The Angels of Light,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Bar-Kays,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.