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 Slovakia and from Seoul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the rock 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
The Count Five,
China Crisis,
Monolake,
Soul II Soul,
Masters at Work,
the Slits,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brothers Johnson,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Zeros,
Heaven 17,
Ten City,
Lower 48,
The Durutti Column,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fire Engines,
New Age Steppers,
Q and Not U,
Isaac Hayes,
Newcleus,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Sheep,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Divine Comedy,
Boredoms,
Deepchord,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lungfish,
Magma,
Dark Day,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-101,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Black Moon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Junior Murvin,
Connie Case,
Babytalk,
Outsiders,
OOIOO,
The Mojo Men,
Lindisfarne,
X-Ray Spex,
Brick,
Saccharine Trust,
Average White Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pierre Henry,
Morten Harket,
Stereo Dub,
Ludus,
Pere Ubu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Golliwogs,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.