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 Syria and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fela Kuti to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Rosa Yemen,
The Velvet Underground,
Pantytec,
Toni Rubio,
Wings,
Bluetip,
Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Henry Cow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minutemen,
Joe Finger,
The New Christs,
Masters at Work,
Groovy Waters,
Scrapy,
Pierre Henry,
Q and Not U,
U.S. Maple,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Wyatt,
The Leaves,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joe Smooth,
This Heat,
Urselle,
Dual Sessions,
Rites of Spring,
Jandek,
Desert Stars,
Ken Boothe,
Simply Red,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jacques Brel,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Beau Brummels,
Average White Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Khruangbin,
the Swans,
Suicide,
Susan Cadogan,
The Smoke,
Jacob Miller,
Bill Wells,
Unwound,
The Fuzztones,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gladiators,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lightning Bolt,
10cc,
E-Dancer,
The Kinks,
Organ,
Eric Copeland,
Brothers Johnson,
Sam Rivers,
Iggy Pop,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.