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 Brazil and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eric Dolphy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Agent Orange,
Bad Manners,
The Velvet Underground,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Slits,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Charles Mingus,
The J.B.'s,
The Beau Brummels,
Wings,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
June of 44,
Goldenarms,
the Fania All-Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
The Offenders,
Newcleus,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Moon,
Television,
Ponytail,
Mantronix,
Judy Mowatt,
The American Breed,
Buzzcocks,
Ituana,
Man Parrish,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Slits,
The Standells,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Toni Rubio,
Barrington Levy,
Colin Newman,
Metal Thangz,
Blossom Toes,
Lower 48,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barbara Tucker,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DJ Sneak,
Livin' Joy,
Das Ding,
Steve Hackett,
Stiv Bators,
Suburban Knight,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Bananas,
The New Christs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sällskapet,
The Associates,
Aswad,
Moss Icon,
The Mummies,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.