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 Ivory Coast and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 Monks 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Bill Near,
A Certain Ratio,
the Slits,
Swell Maps,
The Standells,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Bar-Kays,
Reuben Wilson,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cure,
Byron Stingily,
Lyres,
Erasure,
Glenn Branca,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare,
Clear Light,
Aloha Tigers,
Bootsy Collins,
Bill Wells,
Ornette Coleman,
Smog,
John Foxx,
Circle Jerks,
Eurythmics,
The Gun Club,
Sparks,
Slick Rick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
H. Thieme,
Amon Düül II,
The Mummies,
Thee Headcoats,
Cybotron,
Scion,
Underground Resistance,
Sixth Finger,
Desert Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Television,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lower 48,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Toasters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roger Hodgson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pussy Galore,
The Index,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skaos,
The Smiths,
Mary Jane Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Steve Hackett,
Eric Dolphy,
Loose Ends,
Hot Snakes,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.