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 Georgia and from Tokyo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Bobby Womack to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Delta 5,
Scion,
Lyres,
Judy Mowatt,
Simply Red,
The New Christs,
David McCallum,
Eve St. Jones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sarah Menescal,
The Toasters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Prince Buster,
Pole,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Beau Brummels,
Con Funk Shun,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Technova,
The Wake,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soul II Soul,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barry Ungar,
UT,
World's Most,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Happenings,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Absolute Body Control,
Smog,
The Gap Band,
The Names,
Amon Düül II,
Los Fastidios,
David Axelrod,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Youth Brigade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Moon,
The J.B.'s,
Tres Demented,
Mars,
X-101,
Underground Resistance,
Ten City,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dirtbombs,
Roger Hodgson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rekid,
Tommy Roe,
Silicon Teens,
R.M.O.,
Bang On A Can,
Television Personalities,
Adolescents,
Nico,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.