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 Ghana and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rod Modell to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ornette Coleman,
The Grass Roots,
Gang of Four,
Brand Nubian,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
R.M.O.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Patti Smith,
Pulsallama,
Glenn Branca,
The Sonics,
Fluxion,
Nico,
Gastr Del Sol,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Iggy Pop,
Aural Exciters,
The Victims,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
Erykah Badu,
Babytalk,
Robert Görl,
Alton Ellis,
Swell Maps,
Yellowson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun City Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Five Americans,
Faust,
Sällskapet,
The Smoke,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gladiators,
Hot Snakes,
Sixth Finger,
The Neon Judgement,
Man Eating Sloth,
Al Stewart,
Pierre Henry,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeff Lynne,
Colin Newman,
Simply Red,
Maurizio,
Isaac Hayes,
Ituana,
Scratch Acid,
Brick,
Severed Heads,
Letta Mbulu,
Bang On A Can,
Tom Boy,
Negative Approach,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Names,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.