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 Namibia and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 Glambeats Corp. to the rock 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Slits,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bush Tetras,
Funky Four + One,
Man Eating Sloth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radio Birdman,
Adolescents,
Fatback Band,
Drexciya,
Gastr Del Sol,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ohio Players,
the Normal,
Anthony Braxton,
Jesper Dahlback,
Suicide,
Blake Baxter,
Surgeon,
Peter & Gordon,
Gabor Szabo,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Young Rascals,
Tropical Tobacco,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Accadde A,
Anakelly,
Shoche,
Funkadelic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fall,
Faraquet,
Neu!,
Juan Atkins,
the Association,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
L. Decosne,
Can,
Pagans,
Bauhaus,
Alison Limerick,
Groovy Waters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Saccharine Trust,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DJ Style,
Vladislav Delay,
Babytalk,
the Sonics,
Easy Going,
Sound Behaviour,
The Five Americans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gong,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.