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 Macedonia and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Camberwell Now to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gun Club,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Litter,
Leonard Cohen,
Bronski Beat,
Barrington Levy,
Sandy B,
Yellowson,
Dawn Penn,
Eric Dolphy,
Aloha Tigers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Unwound,
Flipper,
Harmonia,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Holt,
Crooked Eye,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The New Christs,
The Smiths,
Nick Fraelich,
Silicon Teens,
Neu!,
The Gories,
Man Parrish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rotary Connection,
Yaz,
Charles Mingus,
Josef K,
Urselle,
Audionom,
Joy Division,
Dark Day,
10cc,
The Kinks,
Scott Walker,
Soft Cell,
Oneida,
Circle Jerks,
Qualms,
David Axelrod,
The Zeros,
Brothers Johnson,
June of 44,
the Germs,
Siglo XX,
The Golliwogs,
Y Pants,
Loose Ends,
Intrusion,
The Count Five,
Bobby Sherman,
Lakeside,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.