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 Finland and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kaleidoscope to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Rufus Thomas,
MDC,
Reuben Wilson,
Nils Olav,
Crime,
Oblivians,
Bobby Byrd,
Archie Shepp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Toasters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Associates,
Blancmange,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terry Callier,
Cameo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sonny Sharrock,
K-Klass,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Detroit Cobras,
Goldenarms,
R.M.O.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Görl,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fugs,
the Slits,
10cc,
Agitation Free,
Black Bananas,
the Association,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hoover,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Smog,
The United States of America,
Shuggie Otis,
Radiohead,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Absolute Body Control,
Eurythmics,
Barrington Levy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
E-Dancer,
Matthew Bourne,
Negative Approach,
CMW,
Yazoo,
Animal Collective,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moss Icon,
Steve Hackett,
The Busters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.