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 Sri Lanka and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Sister Nancy to the punk 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
The Stooges,
The Black Dice,
Organ,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fluxion,
FM Einheit,
The Blues Magoos,
Colin Newman,
Nik Kershaw,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camberwell Now,
Josef K,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric Copeland,
Todd Rundgren,
The Zeros,
the Normal,
The Wake,
Sugar Minott,
Television Personalities,
Bluetip,
Thompson Twins,
Whodini,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Human League,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sound,
Basic Channel,
the Slits,
Ohio Players,
The Birthday Party,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Absolute Body Control,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Durutti Column,
Quadrant,
Index,
Matthew Bourne,
X-Ray Spex,
Amon Düül,
LL Cool J,
Ultravox,
Schoolly D,
The Modern Lovers,
Pagans,
Brothers Johnson,
Saccharine Trust,
Nas,
KRS-One,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tommy Roe,
Alison Limerick,
PIL,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eddi Front,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jandek,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pylon,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.