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 Bolivia and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 Franke to the grime 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
X-Ray Spex,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mad Mike,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The United States of America,
The Remains,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Television Personalities,
Matthew Halsall,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harpers Bizarre,
Desert Stars,
Buzzcocks,
Tears for Fears,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Public Image Ltd.,
Animal Collective,
DNA,
Juan Atkins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lungfish,
The Tremeloes,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Germs,
Joy Division,
Flipper,
Subhumans,
David Bowie,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gong,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Technova,
Peter and Kerry,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mission of Burma,
Ossler,
The Vogues,
Agitation Free,
The Modern Lovers,
Nas,
Von Mondo,
The Move,
Bluetip,
Eric Dolphy,
The Martian,
Urselle,
The Gun Club,
L. Decosne,
Vainqueur,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Last Poets,
Black Pus,
Gang of Four,
CMW,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.