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 Spain 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 U.S. Maple to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Sound Behaviour,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Görl,
Crime,
Grauzone,
Soul II Soul,
Shuggie Otis,
Colin Newman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Schoolly D,
Audionom,
A Certain Ratio,
John Foxx,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jandek,
Radiohead,
Carl Craig,
Anakelly,
The Selecter,
Agitation Free,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blossom Toes,
Outsiders,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Wyatt,
The Move,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Negative Approach,
Boredoms,
Unwound,
Sister Nancy,
Dead Boys,
Tubeway Army,
The Music Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Monks,
Swans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gladiators,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tom Boy,
Smog,
Avey Tare,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Byron Stingily,
Eric Copeland,
Neu!,
Mr. Review,
Minny Pops,
Au Pairs,
Grey Daturas,
Soft Machine,
Scion,
Bobby Sherman,
Fear,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barry Ungar,
Pulsallama,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.