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 Laos and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Camouflage to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wally Richardson,
Easy Going,
8 Eyed Spy,
Absolute Body Control,
Unwound,
Robert Wyatt,
Flipper,
Ituana,
New York Dolls,
The Gories,
Altered Images,
John Cale,
The Skatalites,
Symarip,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Durutti Column,
Hasil Adkins,
Drexciya,
Don Cherry,
Suburban Knight,
Rakim,
The Pop Group,
Theoretical Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Moby Grape,
Yellowson,
Black Flag,
Leonard Cohen,
Outsiders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Agent Orange,
Stiv Bators,
Malaria!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Normal,
Colin Newman,
Harry Pussy,
The Blues Magoos,
Sugar Minott,
Section 25,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minutemen,
Brand Nubian,
Kaleidoscope,
Rapeman,
Ornette Coleman,
The Zeros,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camberwell Now,
The Five Americans,
Gang Starr,
The Dead C,
The Cowsills,
Ken Boothe,
10cc,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.