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 Cameroon and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jandek to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Lungfish,
Susan Cadogan,
Warren Ellis,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Holt,
Quando Quango,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Second Layer,
Ossler,
L. Decosne,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cramps,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moebius,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arcadia,
Lyres,
Man Parrish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sly & The Family Stone,
ABC,
Alton Ellis,
X-101,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Howard Jones,
Con Funk Shun,
Fear,
The Index,
Robert Hood,
Lakeside,
The Moody Blues,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scott Walker,
the Bar-Kays,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marvin Gaye,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Byron Stingily,
Hasil Adkins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Judy Mowatt,
Theoretical Girls,
Adolescents,
The Raincoats,
AZ,
Ice-T,
Mad Mike,
K-Klass,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roxy Music,
Blossom Toes,
Nik Kershaw,
Arthur Verocai,
Tomorrow,
The Motions,
Organ,
The Move,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.