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 Gabon and from Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 Cramps to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
In Retrospect,
Barbara Tucker,
The Blues Magoos,
Wolf Eyes,
The American Breed,
Hoover,
The Gun Club,
EPMD,
Ultravox,
Joe Smooth,
Minor Threat,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dave Gahan,
The Gories,
Fat Boys,
Lower 48,
Rekid,
Aural Exciters,
Eddi Front,
Jeff Mills,
The Dirtbombs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Graham Central Station,
New York Dolls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jacques Brel,
Isaac Hayes,
June Days,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Young Marble Giants,
Pole,
Moebius,
MC5,
Hardrive,
Rotary Connection,
The New Christs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Slave,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Massinfluence,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric Dolphy,
Japan,
The Sound,
The Gap Band,
Public Enemy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Schoolly D,
The Moody Blues,
Swans,
Prince Buster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Bananas,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.