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 Egypt and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 Index to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radiopuhelimet,
AZ,
The Fortunes,
Nils Olav,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New Age Steppers,
Sun Ra,
Swell Maps,
Erasure,
The Five Americans,
Nick Fraelich,
Ornette Coleman,
Rod Modell,
Cluster,
New York Dolls,
Drive Like Jehu,
LL Cool J,
Joy Division,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Maurizio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Wyatt,
Mark Hollis,
Hasil Adkins,
Con Funk Shun,
Freddie Wadling,
The Pop Group,
Magma,
Livin' Joy,
R.M.O.,
Radiohead,
a-ha,
James White and The Blacks,
Duran Duran,
Matthew Halsall,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joe Finger,
Main Source,
Skriet,
Stiv Bators,
OOIOO,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deadbeat,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Standells,
Von Mondo,
Albert Ayler,
Wasted Youth,
Rapeman,
Agent Orange,
Joey Negro,
Popol Vuh,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sight & Sound,
The Remains,
Liliput,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.