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 Solomon Islands and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
UT,
Marmalade,
Lou Christie,
Jacob Miller,
Wolf Eyes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Accadde A,
Nas,
Jawbox,
China Crisis,
Camberwell Now,
The Gories,
Sex Pistols,
Carl Craig,
The Velvet Underground,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Slick Rick,
Janne Schatter,
Metal Thangz,
Bad Manners,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cymande,
48th St. Collective,
Marcia Griffiths,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Parry Music,
The Cowsills,
Marc Almond,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DJ Sneak,
Y Pants,
New York Dolls,
Fat Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Smoke,
Q65,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camouflage,
Isaac Hayes,
Q and Not U,
La Düsseldorf,
Pagans,
Mark Hollis,
Newcleus,
Eve St. Jones,
Flash Fearless,
Joensuu 1685,
Piero Umiliani,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boredoms,
Blake Baxter,
Maurizio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jacques Brel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cluster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mr. Review,
June of 44,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.