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 Tonga and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Von Mondo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
The Motions,
Iggy Pop,
Technova,
Matthew Halsall,
Circle Jerks,
Qualms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pussy Galore,
The Blues Magoos,
T.S.O.L.,
Ronan,
Urselle,
Marine Girls,
Fat Boys,
Slick Rick,
Echospace,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David Axelrod,
Bronski Beat,
DJ Style,
Graham Central Station,
Al Stewart,
Schoolly D,
Cluster,
a-ha,
Amazonics,
Liliput,
Intrusion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Stooges,
John Foxx,
Supertramp,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roxy Music,
Aural Exciters,
Faraquet,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Wyatt,
The Human League,
The American Breed,
Electric Prunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Johnny Clarke,
Byron Stingily,
June Days,
Arab on Radar,
The Smoke,
The Saints,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Subhumans,
The Fire Engines,
Charles Mingus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Danielle Patucci,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Cale,
Radiohead,
Ossler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.