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 Lithuania 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the electroclash 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Second Layer,
JFA,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radio Birdman,
L. Decosne,
Al Stewart,
Shoche,
The Mummies,
Johnny Clarke,
Nik Kershaw,
Blake Baxter,
Pole,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ronnie Foster,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eddi Front,
Peter and Kerry,
Subhumans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minutemen,
Can,
Bang On A Can,
Charles Mingus,
Siglo XX,
T. Rex,
Ken Boothe,
Tomorrow,
LL Cool J,
Electric Prunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joe Finger,
The Moleskins,
Pylon,
the Human League,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Busters,
The Grass Roots,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Japan,
The Evens,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eden Ahbez,
The Stooges,
Thee Headcoats,
Country Teasers,
Easy Going,
Scrapy,
Barbara Tucker,
Au Pairs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Detroit Cobras,
Zapp,
Ludus,
The Toasters,
Connie Case,
OOIOO,
David Bowie,
The Invisible,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.