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 Austria and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin 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 Parry Music to the rock 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Accadde A,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
kango's stein massive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Smog,
Marvin Gaye,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pharoah Sanders,
Junior Murvin,
Suburban Knight,
AZ,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Masters at Work,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pantytec,
Dual Sessions,
The Velvet Underground,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Neon Judgement,
the Swans,
Unrelated Segments,
Parry Music,
Warren Ellis,
E-Dancer,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Human League,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hasil Adkins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pierre Henry,
Magazine,
Brick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Normal,
Goldenarms,
The Five Americans,
Ossler,
Arcadia,
Erasure,
Ken Boothe,
Clear Light,
Aloha Tigers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Sonics,
Prince Buster,
Japan,
These Immortal Souls,
Slave,
Roger Hodgson,
Royal Trux,
The Fortunes,
UT,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fugs,
Toni Rubio,
Isaac Hayes,
Cheater Slicks,
the Bar-Kays,
F. McDonald,
Todd Terry,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.