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 Djibouti and from London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
The Knickerbockers,
The Smiths,
Tubeway Army,
Scratch Acid,
Johnny Clarke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terrestrial Tones,
David Axelrod,
Gang Gang Dance,
Shoche,
Chris Corsano,
Goldenarms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
Matthew Halsall,
Byron Stingily,
Ten City,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun City Girls,
Little Man,
Swans,
Funky Four + One,
Todd Terry,
Susan Cadogan,
Charles Mingus,
KRS-One,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-102,
Organ,
Kas Product,
Stockholm Monsters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Germs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bad Manners,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barry Ungar,
MC5,
Neu!,
a-ha,
Crooked Eye,
These Immortal Souls,
This Heat,
The Mummies,
Index,
Aaron Thompson,
The Happenings,
Stiv Bators,
Yellowson,
LL Cool J,
JFA,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fat Boys,
Magma,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeru the Damaja,
Popol Vuh,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.