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 St Lucia and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lyres to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Echospace,
Iggy Pop,
Connie Case,
La Düsseldorf,
Half Japanese,
Sixth Finger,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pere Ubu,
Skaos,
Throbbing Gristle,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dave Clark Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sam Rivers,
Yaz,
Joe Finger,
the Association,
Ponytail,
Pharoah Sanders,
David Bowie,
Joe Smooth,
Man Parrish,
The Misunderstood,
The Remains,
The Evens,
Ludus,
Charles Mingus,
China Crisis,
Wasted Youth,
Maurizio,
The Sound,
Heaven 17,
Deepchord,
Rod Modell,
Bill Near,
Duran Duran,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeff Lynne,
Infiniti,
Sight & Sound,
Los Fastidios,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Golliwogs,
Sister Nancy,
Peter & Gordon,
Metal Thangz,
Letta Mbulu,
The Associates,
The Searchers,
Bauhaus,
The Young Rascals,
The Detroit Cobras,
LL Cool J,
a-ha,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sarah Menescal,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.