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 Morocco and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Circle Jerks,
the Soft Cell,
Silicon Teens,
Technova,
John Foxx,
Pulsallama,
Panda Bear,
Mandrill,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sparks,
The Moleskins,
Television,
Neu!,
The Leaves,
Television Personalities,
ABC,
Absolute Body Control,
Brothers Johnson,
Frankie Knuckles,
June of 44,
The Knickerbockers,
Ornette Coleman,
Rakim,
Deakin,
Alphaville,
Sonic Youth,
Brick,
Lyres,
Chris Corsano,
Matthew Bourne,
PIL,
The Seeds,
The Mojo Men,
Tomorrow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cameo,
The Walker Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
Harmonia,
The Five Americans,
Jeff Lynne,
Bang On A Can,
Can,
Erykah Badu,
Fugazi,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deepchord,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New Age Steppers,
Radiohead,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Sheep,
Q and Not U,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Popol Vuh,
The Cowsills,
Mark Hollis,
Prince Buster,
The Monochrome Set,
Echospace,
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.