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 Bahrain and from Madrid.
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 Calgary and Calgary.
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 spring reverb 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 Banda Bassotti to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
James White and The Blacks,
Pantytec,
Bang On A Can,
Simply Red,
Newcleus,
In Retrospect,
The Mojo Men,
Suburban Knight,
Terry Callier,
Subhumans,
Glenn Branca,
Todd Terry,
Sex Pistols,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amazonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radiopuhelimet,
Matthew Bourne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aloha Tigers,
Kaleidoscope,
Althea and Donna,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bush Tetras,
Japan,
China Crisis,
Intrusion,
The Shadows of Knight,
Qualms,
the Normal,
Blossom Toes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eve St. Jones,
Marmalade,
Agent Orange,
The Residents,
Mo-Dettes,
The Golliwogs,
The Vogues,
Rekid,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cybotron,
Motorama,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Swans,
The Trojans,
Warren Ellis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Man Parrish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Silicon Teens,
La Düsseldorf,
K-Klass,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pole,
Hoover,
Lou Christie,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.