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 Afghanistan and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Johnny Osbourne to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Glenn Branca,
Minny Pops,
The Martian,
Amon Düül II,
Ohio Players,
CMW,
Accadde A,
FM Einheit,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Malaria!,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gichy Dan,
H. Thieme,
Joy Division,
Warren Ellis,
The Wake,
Ludus,
Sam Rivers,
Junior Murvin,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott Heron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thompson Twins,
Eden Ahbez,
Davy DMX,
Henry Cow,
Fear,
Chris & Cosey,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Pop Group,
Colin Newman,
The Doors,
Bush Tetras,
David Axelrod,
Jawbox,
John Foxx,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marc Almond,
Marcia Griffiths,
Clear Light,
E-Dancer,
Audionom,
The Monks,
Dawn Penn,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Busters,
Little Man,
Magma,
Letta Mbulu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fortunes,
Fela Kuti,
Intrusion,
Brass Construction,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bob Dylan,
This Heat,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.