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 Malta and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Franke to the electroclash 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
The Standells,
T. Rex,
Ultra Naté,
Pantaleimon,
Accadde A,
Glambeats Corp.,
Glenn Branca,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rekid,
Wasted Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
Dave Gahan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun Ra,
Porter Ricks,
Tomorrow,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed,
the Slits,
The Cramps,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Durutti Column,
Index,
Technova,
Funkadelic,
The Raincoats,
The Happenings,
Gang Green,
Ornette Coleman,
Interpol,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hasil Adkins,
ABBA,
Model 500,
Freddie Wadling,
Thee Headcoats,
Basic Channel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mad Mike,
Gong,
CMW,
Todd Terry,
Jandek,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bush Tetras,
The Cure,
Steve Hackett,
The Electric Prunes,
Siglo XX,
Minnie Riperton,
La Düsseldorf,
Harry Pussy,
Dawn Penn,
OOIOO,
Gang of Four,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joensuu 1685,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Monks,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.