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 Afghanistan and from Milan.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Sällskapet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Icehouse,
Kaleidoscope,
Wolf Eyes,
Sällskapet,
JFA,
Yazoo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gong,
Urselle,
Terry Callier,
Scientists,
Little Man,
Rekid,
Jerry's Kids,
Rod Modell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harmonia,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Suburban Knight,
Chris & Cosey,
Prince Buster,
Siglo XX,
Dorothy Ashby,
Can,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Holt,
The Birthday Party,
CMW,
Alison Limerick,
The Move,
Subhumans,
Donny Hathaway,
Oneida,
Dawn Penn,
Arcadia,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Glenn Branca,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ronan,
Derrick Morgan,
The Human League,
The Pretty Things,
10cc,
Intrusion,
48th St. Collective,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Colin Newman,
Soul II Soul,
Marc Almond,
Nick Fraelich,
Kas Product,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Loose Ends,
Soft Cell,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Toasters,
The Dirtbombs,
B.T. Express,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.