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 Marshall Islands and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 48th St. Collective to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wally Richardson,
Hardrive,
Half Japanese,
This Heat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ornette Coleman,
Michelle Simonal,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fluxion,
Roy Ayers,
Mo-Dettes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cymande,
Darondo,
David Axelrod,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Derrick Morgan,
Basic Channel,
Marmalade,
Byron Stingily,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deakin,
Wire,
Moby Grape,
Rotary Connection,
Faraquet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Guru Guru,
World's Most,
Yazoo,
Little Man,
The Red Krayola,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fad Gadget,
Lungfish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed,
Gerry Rafferty,
Section 25,
Scrapy,
The Tremeloes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Smiths,
Sandy B,
The Wake,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rod Modell,
Joey Negro,
Jeff Lynne,
The Last Poets,
Depeche Mode,
Stiv Bators,
Monolake,
Gang Green,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rapeman,
Matthew Bourne,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.