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 Kyrgyzstan and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Bronski Beat to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Interpol,
The Associates,
the Germs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The American Breed,
Funkadelic,
Nas,
Nils Olav,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Human League,
Maurizio,
Fad Gadget,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Electric Prunes,
Sound Behaviour,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fuzztones,
Quadrant,
Derrick May,
DNA,
Wings,
Lyres,
The Zeros,
Au Pairs,
Sixth Finger,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Smoke,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
John Coltrane,
The Angels of Light,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Visage,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Soft Cell,
Steve Hackett,
New Order,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Magazine,
48th St. Collective,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terry Callier,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-Ray Spex,
Kayak,
Leonard Cohen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
kango's stein massive,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tommy Roe,
Alison Limerick,
Joy Division,
June Days,
The Wake,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.