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 St Lucia and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 Move to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Simply Red,
Bobby Womack,
The Gories,
Howard Jones,
Rufus Thomas,
Television,
The Mummies,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Invisible,
Suicide,
The Neon Judgement,
Wings,
Dark Day,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quadrant,
Shuggie Otis,
Crooked Eye,
Reuben Wilson,
Ossler,
Stetsasonic,
Skriet,
Pere Ubu,
Lightning Bolt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
One Last Wish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hoover,
R.M.O.,
Soul II Soul,
48th St. Collective,
Amon Düül II,
Mr. Review,
Eric Dolphy,
Moebius,
Pulsallama,
The Barracudas,
Ronnie Foster,
Radiohead,
Aural Exciters,
Half Japanese,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alice Coltrane,
Piero Umiliani,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Symarip,
Jeff Lynne,
Sandy B,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Techniques,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Swell Maps,
The Buckinghams,
the Normal,
The Count Five,
The Divine Comedy,
Panda Bear,
Technova,
Talk Talk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camouflage,
Scrapy,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.