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 Poland and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the oboe 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the grime 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Surgeon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Steve Hackett,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Althea and Donna,
Iggy Pop,
Deakin,
Freddie Wadling,
ABC,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Don Cherry,
Yellowson,
Suicide,
Andrew Hill,
World's Most,
Panda Bear,
Soft Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fear,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nik Kershaw,
Erykah Badu,
Charles Mingus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Young Marble Giants,
Yazoo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Slave,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joe Smooth,
The Five Americans,
Gang of Four,
Gang Gang Dance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Anakelly,
Prince Buster,
The Vogues,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Technova,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stereo Dub,
Piero Umiliani,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marine Girls,
Das Ding,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Smoke,
Aswad,
Jawbox,
Ronnie Foster,
Marvin Gaye,
Underground Resistance,
Brass Construction,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jacques Brel,
Howard Jones,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.