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 Liberia and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Fortunes 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Morten Harket,
The Doors,
Pulsallama,
Albert Ayler,
Glenn Branca,
Yusef Lateef,
Michelle Simonal,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-Ray Spex,
Minor Threat,
Qualms,
The Dirtbombs,
Rod Modell,
Zero Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Index,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare,
John Coltrane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Leaves,
Reuben Wilson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultimate Spinach,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Malaria!,
Mary Jane Girls,
Liliput,
Brick,
Ten City,
Funky Four + One,
Saccharine Trust,
Camberwell Now,
Wasted Youth,
Newcleus,
Moby Grape,
Groovy Waters,
The New Christs,
Cal Tjader,
Circle Jerks,
PIL,
Nick Fraelich,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mojo Men,
Flipper,
Connie Case,
Skarface,
The Gories,
Robert Hood,
Rotary Connection,
Theoretical Girls,
Warsaw,
Babytalk,
Alison Limerick,
Pierre Henry,
Arab on Radar,
The Music Machine,
Half Japanese,
Joe Finger,
The Skatalites,
Lindisfarne,
Quando Quango,
The Associates,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.