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 Nepal and from New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 the Germs 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Matthew Bourne,
Television Personalities,
The Slits,
Nico,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The United States of America,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
E-Dancer,
The Cramps,
Robert Wyatt,
Simply Red,
Deepchord,
Soulsonic Force,
Carl Craig,
Byron Stingily,
The Smoke,
Chris & Cosey,
Funky Four + One,
a-ha,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Birthday Party,
The Monochrome Set,
Desert Stars,
Colin Newman,
Urselle,
Organ,
Yazoo,
Stiv Bators,
Ossler,
Vainqueur,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neil Young,
The American Breed,
The Selecter,
kango's stein massive,
Negative Approach,
Gastr Del Sol,
Technova,
Scratch Acid,
Agent Orange,
Cal Tjader,
Tropical Tobacco,
Guru Guru,
Black Flag,
Amon Düül,
Eric Copeland,
Faust,
MC5,
Public Enemy,
June Days,
Peter and Kerry,
Rites of Spring,
Das Ding,
The Gun Club,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Unwound,
Make Up,
Nirvana,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.