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 Benin and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Yaz to the dance 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joy Division,
Lindisfarne,
Animal Collective,
The Grass Roots,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Livin' Joy,
Crooked Eye,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Organ,
Lakeside,
Mandrill,
Kaleidoscope,
Easy Going,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thee Headcoats,
Crash Course in Science,
the Normal,
Grey Daturas,
New Order,
Eric Dolphy,
The United States of America,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Magazine,
Quando Quango,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mantronix,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pussy Galore,
The Gun Club,
Sound Behaviour,
Warren Ellis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Circle Jerks,
Flash Fearless,
X-101,
The Offenders,
Harmonia,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Reuben Wilson,
The J.B.'s,
Ponytail,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Christie,
Sam Rivers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sixth Finger,
Model 500,
Outsiders,
The Invisible,
Colin Newman,
The Kinks,
John Foxx,
Slick Rick,
Cecil Taylor,
OOIOO,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marc Almond,
Sexual Harrassment,
Massinfluence,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.