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 United States and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 MDC to the disco 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Magma,
Judy Mowatt,
Average White Band,
Henry Cow,
Faraquet,
Joe Finger,
Janne Schatter,
Bauhaus,
The Fuzztones,
Rufus Thomas,
Ornette Coleman,
Electric Prunes,
Model 500,
Crime,
Mission of Burma,
China Crisis,
Bobby Womack,
Soulsonic Force,
Marmalade,
Crash Course in Science,
Loose Ends,
The Human League,
Shuggie Otis,
Joey Negro,
Neil Young,
Bootsy Collins,
Brass Construction,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
This Heat,
E-Dancer,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Matthew Halsall,
The Electric Prunes,
Sam Rivers,
Sällskapet,
Yellowson,
Aloha Tigers,
DNA,
Black Bananas,
The Toasters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aaron Thompson,
Ronnie Foster,
Moss Icon,
The Golliwogs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Make Up,
Hoover,
Pere Ubu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yazoo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Monolake,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Litter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sugar Minott,
The Real Kids,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sixth Finger,
Zero Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.