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 Cuba and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 Tubeway Army to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Zapp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sonic Youth,
The Moleskins,
The Toasters,
The Skatalites,
Mission of Burma,
X-102,
Spandau Ballet,
The Busters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Green,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marcia Griffiths,
MC5,
Wolf Eyes,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dead Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Swell Maps,
DJ Sneak,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Saccharine Trust,
The Monochrome Set,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Clear Light,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alphaville,
The Vogues,
Newcleus,
Crooked Eye,
Eric Dolphy,
Neu!,
Piero Umiliani,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Matthew Halsall,
Dawn Penn,
Kas Product,
Bad Manners,
Arcadia,
Faraquet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Little Man,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cybotron,
DNA,
Rufus Thomas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pere Ubu,
The Invisible,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ten City,
Robert Wyatt,
The Moody Blues,
Supertramp,
Zero Boys,
L. Decosne,
Pylon,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.