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 Lithuania and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Birthday Party to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Flag,
The Dave Clark Five,
New Order,
Metal Thangz,
Funkadelic,
Ice-T,
The Index,
The Move,
Moby Grape,
Sandy B,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arcadia,
The Knickerbockers,
The Doors,
Intrusion,
Sparks,
The Sonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pagans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Bananas,
OOIOO,
The Black Dice,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tim Buckley,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kayak,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eli Mardock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vladislav Delay,
Stockholm Monsters,
Das Ding,
Warsaw,
New Age Steppers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sex Pistols,
Don Cherry,
The Stooges,
The Blackbyrds,
The Moody Blues,
Youth Brigade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boredoms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Massinfluence,
Prince Buster,
Clear Light,
Bill Near,
D'Angelo,
Crash Course in Science,
Bob Dylan,
Neu!,
Pylon,
Trumans Water,
Blossom Toes,
June of 44,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.