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 Guatemala and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Colin Newman to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Radio Birdman,
World's Most,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tres Demented,
Dark Day,
Angry Samoans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sixth Finger,
Scratch Acid,
Guru Guru,
Minutemen,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oblivians,
Prince Buster,
Negative Approach,
The Black Dice,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nico,
Drive Like Jehu,
Can,
Avey Tare,
Procol Harum,
Graham Central Station,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Hood,
Robert Görl,
Grandmaster Flash,
June of 44,
Isaac Hayes,
Mars,
John Lydon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Maleditus Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gun Club,
Audionom,
Black Flag,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brand Nubian,
Pussy Galore,
Henry Cow,
Sam Rivers,
Rufus Thomas,
Howard Jones,
The Index,
The Fugs,
Yaz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ice-T,
F. McDonald,
Sonic Youth,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.