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 Yemen and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Dirtbombs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
JFA,
Moss Icon,
Scientists,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joensuu 1685,
Barbara Tucker,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bauhaus,
Desert Stars,
Gong,
Janne Schatter,
Simply Red,
Interpol,
The Birthday Party,
Parry Music,
Grauzone,
Stereo Dub,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Trojans,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Human League,
Carl Craig,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Howard Jones,
Rakim,
Section 25,
Funkadelic,
The Mummies,
Intrusion,
The Remains,
The Happenings,
Terry Callier,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Matthew Halsall,
Susan Cadogan,
Spoonie Gee,
Deepchord,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marvin Gaye,
kango's stein massive,
Bush Tetras,
Drive Like Jehu,
Duran Duran,
Tim Buckley,
Black Pus,
Goldenarms,
Sound Behaviour,
The Electric Prunes,
Kerri Chandler,
Circle Jerks,
The Standells,
Hoover,
Fluxion,
Skarface,
Davy DMX,
T. Rex,
John Cale,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.