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 Gambia and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 Sisters of Mercy to the dance 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Panda Bear,
Crooked Eye,
Toni Rubio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fela Kuti,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Zapp,
Aswad,
The Stooges,
MDC,
Prince Buster,
Robert Hood,
Electric Prunes,
Sugar Minott,
Royal Trux,
the Normal,
The Real Kids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Skatalites,
The Fuzztones,
Siglo XX,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Al Stewart,
Motorama,
Hardrive,
The Cramps,
Khruangbin,
Scott Walker,
Bob Dylan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amazonics,
Con Funk Shun,
the Soft Cell,
Cluster,
The Last Poets,
Sight & Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Doors,
Robert Wyatt,
Blossom Toes,
Amon Düül,
Rakim,
Todd Rundgren,
Piero Umiliani,
Isaac Hayes,
Crash Course in Science,
Crispy Ambulance,
U.S. Maple,
Man Parrish,
Colin Newman,
Yellowson,
Spoonie Gee,
Girls At Our Best!,
Make Up,
The Dirtbombs,
Howard Jones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Black Dice,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.