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 Vanuatu and from Calgary.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Skaos,
U.S. Maple,
X-102,
Young Marble Giants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cybotron,
Pulsallama,
10cc,
The Standells,
Vainqueur,
Faraquet,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Womack,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mojo Men,
Interpol,
FM Einheit,
Scott Walker,
X-101,
X-Ray Spex,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mantronix,
Gichy Dan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pole,
Crime,
Jandek,
CMW,
Black Moon,
Johnny Clarke,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Star Department,
Sound Behaviour,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fugs,
Warsaw,
Josef K,
The Smiths,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brick,
The Fortunes,
The Mummies,
Kas Product,
John Lydon,
Archie Shepp,
Black Sheep,
Janne Schatter,
Technova,
Unwound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Groovy Waters,
The Seeds,
The American Breed,
The Happenings,
Public Enemy,
The Cowsills,
The Victims,
The Raincoats,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rotary Connection,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.