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 Sweden and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bluetip,
Don Cherry,
The Trojans,
Al Stewart,
X-Ray Spex,
Mandrill,
The American Breed,
Maleditus Sound,
Cybotron,
the Association,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terry Callier,
Von Mondo,
Ponytail,
Letta Mbulu,
Gong,
Jacob Miller,
Gang of Four,
EPMD,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sex Pistols,
Subhumans,
48th St. Collective,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vladislav Delay,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eden Ahbez,
A Certain Ratio,
Mantronix,
Harry Pussy,
Swell Maps,
Peter and Kerry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Anthony Braxton,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Interpol,
Black Moon,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dead C,
Bronski Beat,
Marmalade,
Maurizio,
The Human League,
Q65,
Skarface,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Archie Shepp,
Yusef Lateef,
The Monochrome Set,
Fugazi,
Joyce Sims,
Goldenarms,
Panda Bear,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dave Gahan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.