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 Niger and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Fluxion to the jazz 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Hoover,
B.T. Express,
Gregory Isaacs,
Can,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mo-Dettes,
Sam Rivers,
The Modern Lovers,
Barrington Levy,
Monolake,
The Walker Brothers,
Cluster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Carl Craig,
Angry Samoans,
The Fortunes,
Prince Buster,
Warsaw,
Guru Guru,
Brass Construction,
Agent Orange,
Arthur Verocai,
Faust,
Scion,
The Raincoats,
Sparks,
Yazoo,
The Offenders,
Kas Product,
Sandy B,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aural Exciters,
The Cramps,
Dead Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kurtis Blow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Schoolly D,
Desert Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun Ra,
Pere Ubu,
Young Marble Giants,
Goldenarms,
the Association,
The Searchers,
Second Layer,
Mars,
Spoonie Gee,
Brothers Johnson,
Organ,
Aswad,
The Pop Group,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
China Crisis,
Magma,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.