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 Turkmenistan and from Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Loose Ends to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Livin' Joy,
Black Pus,
The Cramps,
Radiohead,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Wyatt,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Soft Cell,
H. Thieme,
Flash Fearless,
Index,
The Mummies,
Hashim,
Rapeman,
Rotary Connection,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barry Ungar,
Inner City,
Ultravox,
Scratch Acid,
Black Bananas,
The Birthday Party,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Association,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skarface,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alice Coltrane,
The Slits,
Arcadia,
The Real Kids,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mantronix,
Soul II Soul,
Technova,
Lindisfarne,
Camberwell Now,
Sixth Finger,
Cheater Slicks,
Deakin,
Pulsallama,
Crooked Eye,
Basic Channel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fear,
Bobby Womack,
Lungfish,
Skaos,
Zero Boys,
Bluetip,
The Seeds,
Wasted Youth,
The Buckinghams,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
Eli Mardock,
Spandau Ballet,
Camouflage,
FM Einheit,
Graham Central Station,
Sugar Minott,
Unwound,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.