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 Turkmenistan 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare 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 Arab on Radar to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
the Swans,
Fatback Band,
Subhumans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
It's A Beautiful Day,
R.M.O.,
Spandau Ballet,
Echospace,
DJ Sneak,
E-Dancer,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Leonard Cohen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Suicide,
Joy Division,
The Smiths,
Jeff Lynne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Associates,
Stiv Bators,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tom Boy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Excepter,
Colin Newman,
Sight & Sound,
Skriet,
Boz Scaggs,
The Techniques,
Electric Light Orchestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Janne Schatter,
Bill Near,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fad Gadget,
The Angels of Light,
Minor Threat,
Patti Smith,
The Skatalites,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Max Romeo,
The Gap Band,
Fear,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dave Gahan,
The Dead C,
Bill Wells,
Hot Snakes,
Von Mondo,
Livin' Joy,
The Five Americans,
Harmonia,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Neon Judgement,
Ten City,
Anthony Braxton,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Althea and Donna,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.