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 Madagascar and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe 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 Accadde A to the rock 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Inner City,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Maleditus Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Anthony Braxton,
The Names,
Gang Green,
Sonic Youth,
Pylon,
the Normal,
Newcleus,
R.M.O.,
Wasted Youth,
Cymande,
Ronnie Foster,
Darondo,
The Motions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Technova,
Massinfluence,
Parry Music,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scratch Acid,
Dead Boys,
Pagans,
Nico,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Sheep,
Arcadia,
Pole,
Oblivians,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Sandy B,
Aswad,
Lindisfarne,
Yazoo,
Vainqueur,
Unrelated Segments,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Erykah Badu,
Nik Kershaw,
a-ha,
Judy Mowatt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
June of 44,
Grauzone,
Cameo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sonics,
Blossom Toes,
Excepter,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Leaves,
Sam Rivers,
DJ Style,
Ohio Players,
Johnny Clarke,
Crispian St. Peters,
World's Most,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.