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 France and from Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 Association to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
E-Dancer,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Spoonie Gee,
Brick,
Masters at Work,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultravox,
Althea and Donna,
the Sonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mad Mike,
Pole,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Talk Talk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Invisible,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Anakelly,
The Durutti Column,
the Bar-Kays,
Maleditus Sound,
Yaz,
Dawn Penn,
Bill Near,
X-101,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Supertramp,
Goldenarms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scion,
Black Pus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Agitation Free,
Youth Brigade,
Sight & Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Spandau Ballet,
Skaos,
One Last Wish,
Kurtis Blow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Buzzcocks,
Joyce Sims,
La Düsseldorf,
The Toasters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Donny Hathaway,
Los Fastidios,
The Smiths,
Soft Machine,
Todd Terry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fall,
The Gladiators,
Nation of Ulysses,
Half Japanese,
Darondo,
Kas Product,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.