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 Iran and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 Lower 48 to the electroclash 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Connie Case,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
KRS-One,
Gang Gang Dance,
Godley & Creme,
Metal Thangz,
Wire,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sonic Youth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fad Gadget,
Talk Talk,
Shoche,
Saccharine Trust,
Marc Almond,
Gang of Four,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Electric Prunes,
John Coltrane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Remains,
Joe Smooth,
Index,
The Evens,
John Lydon,
Make Up,
Jawbox,
Au Pairs,
Laurel Aitken,
Barry Ungar,
The Selecter,
Quadrant,
K-Klass,
Surgeon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Junior Murvin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sandy B,
X-101,
OOIOO,
Flash Fearless,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fall,
Gregory Isaacs,
Parry Music,
B.T. Express,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Sherman,
Groovy Waters,
The Trojans,
Jeff Mills,
Matthew Bourne,
Loose Ends,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Doors,
Bush Tetras,
Intrusion,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mojo Men,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.