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 Togo and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Chris Corsano to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Reagan Youth,
Colin Newman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fuzztones,
Moebius,
The Selecter,
The American Breed,
The Motions,
Young Marble Giants,
Scott Walker,
La Düsseldorf,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Sherman,
The Invisible,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rites of Spring,
Althea and Donna,
Niagra,
Wally Richardson,
The Evens,
Tubeway Army,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Con Funk Shun,
the Soft Cell,
Gang Green,
Icehouse,
The Cure,
Andrew Hill,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pantytec,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Susan Cadogan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Au Pairs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Leaves,
Fear,
Royal Trux,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mojo Men,
Masters at Work,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chrome,
Unrelated Segments,
Laurel Aitken,
Johnny Osbourne,
Whodini,
Flash Fearless,
The Sound,
Suicide,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fugs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Juan Atkins,
Pagans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Happenings,
Sun Ra,
The Divine Comedy,
Wasted Youth,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.