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 Brazil and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ 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 Aswad to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Bush Tetras,
Main Source,
Motorama,
Bang On A Can,
Moebius,
Blancmange,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joe Finger,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wasted Youth,
Qualms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Searchers,
The New Christs,
Joey Negro,
Hasil Adkins,
Derrick May,
Ken Boothe,
Theoretical Girls,
Soft Cell,
The Evens,
David McCallum,
Inner City,
Minnie Riperton,
The Associates,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott Heron,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gun Club,
The Sonics,
Bobby Byrd,
Malaria!,
Minutemen,
Slick Rick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Liliput,
The Cowsills,
Brand Nubian,
Parry Music,
Stiv Bators,
The Walker Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Faust,
Faraquet,
Matthew Bourne,
Mo-Dettes,
Magma,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Neon Judgement,
Donny Hathaway,
Lungfish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Henry Cow,
Unwound,
The Index,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fall,
Sun Ra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neil Young,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.