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 Afghanistan and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Gang Green to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Talk Talk,
X-102,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultimate Spinach,
Au Pairs,
Drexciya,
Siglo XX,
10cc,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lyres,
Anakelly,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
In Retrospect,
The Selecter,
Second Layer,
Wally Richardson,
the Normal,
Fad Gadget,
Junior Murvin,
T.S.O.L.,
Harmonia,
Technova,
Duran Duran,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Cale,
Sound Behaviour,
Tubeway Army,
The Birthday Party,
Radiopuhelimet,
David McCallum,
Blake Baxter,
Rosa Yemen,
John Coltrane,
Masters at Work,
The Knickerbockers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bluetip,
Nik Kershaw,
Fugazi,
The Names,
Accadde A,
The Fortunes,
AZ,
The Durutti Column,
The Martian,
Theoretical Girls,
Archie Shepp,
The Sonics,
Can,
Yellowson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vainqueur,
Johnny Clarke,
Moby Grape,
The Fugs,
EPMD,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.