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 Morocco and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 The Pop Group to the rock 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal 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 funk 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Malaria!,
Jacques Brel,
Technova,
Royal Trux,
Slave,
The Fire Engines,
Loose Ends,
Hot Snakes,
Magma,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joyce Sims,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David Axelrod,
Fear,
MDC,
Joe Finger,
Q65,
Tommy Roe,
The Smoke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roger Hodgson,
Anakelly,
Barrington Levy,
The Toasters,
Scrapy,
Drexciya,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
World's Most,
Vladislav Delay,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sight & Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter and Kerry,
Hoover,
The Moleskins,
Brick,
Eve St. Jones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Surgeon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boz Scaggs,
T. Rex,
Soft Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dirtbombs,
Joey Negro,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Circle Jerks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Delta 5,
The Birthday Party,
the Human League,
The Names,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Trojans,
Deepchord,
Theoretical Girls,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.