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 Libya and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Radiohead to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Symarip,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bang On A Can,
Saccharine Trust,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dirtbombs,
Radio Birdman,
The Remains,
Suburban Knight,
Albert Ayler,
The United States of America,
The Velvet Underground,
AZ,
One Last Wish,
Blancmange,
Ken Boothe,
L. Decosne,
Kaleidoscope,
Aswad,
R.M.O.,
Rotary Connection,
Gabor Szabo,
Michelle Simonal,
Maurizio,
K-Klass,
X-101,
Dawn Penn,
Skarface,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sugar Minott,
Bob Dylan,
Niagra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Man Parrish,
Brothers Johnson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pere Ubu,
Y Pants,
Bizarre Inc.,
World's Most,
X-Ray Spex,
the Swans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stetsasonic,
PIL,
Erykah Badu,
Funky Four + One,
Donald Byrd,
Average White Band,
Sun City Girls,
Wasted Youth,
David Bowie,
Matthew Halsall,
Make Up,
Popol Vuh,
Scan 7,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.