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 Taiwan and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 Darondo to the rock 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Al Stewart,
Aswad,
Ronnie Foster,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joe Smooth,
Yaz,
Mad Mike,
Camouflage,
Ralphi Rosario,
In Retrospect,
The Litter,
Flipper,
Frankie Knuckles,
FM Einheit,
Groovy Waters,
Oblivians,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Walker Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
Surgeon,
Chrome,
Buzzcocks,
Arcadia,
John Foxx,
Niagra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vainqueur,
Joey Negro,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pussy Galore,
Gong,
Todd Rundgren,
Royal Trux,
Circle Jerks,
Whodini,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Massinfluence,
Ken Boothe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grauzone,
The Music Machine,
Make Up,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vladislav Delay,
The Buckinghams,
The Tremeloes,
Suicide,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Metal Thangz,
Peter and Kerry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Zeros,
T. Rex,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.