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 Senegal and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Rekid to the rap 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Buzzcocks,
Scrapy,
Ultra Naté,
Fat Boys,
Inner City,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cluster,
These Immortal Souls,
Liliput,
Camberwell Now,
Glenn Branca,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stiv Bators,
Brothers Johnson,
Livin' Joy,
Eden Ahbez,
Stetsasonic,
Brass Construction,
the Normal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marine Girls,
Icehouse,
Whodini,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kool Moe Dee,
D'Angelo,
China Crisis,
Eddi Front,
The Trojans,
Henry Cow,
Fugazi,
the Sonics,
Cal Tjader,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lyres,
Jacques Brel,
Mandrill,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bush Tetras,
Rites of Spring,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rod Modell,
The Fuzztones,
The Alarm Clocks,
UT,
Agent Orange,
Silicon Teens,
Severed Heads,
Albert Ayler,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bill Near,
The Pretty Things,
Gregory Isaacs,
PIL,
Anthony Braxton,
The Raincoats,
The Index,
X-101,
X-102,
The Victims,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.