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 Gabon 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Newcleus to the techno 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
The Searchers,
The Skatalites,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vladislav Delay,
Scrapy,
Cluster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Parry Music,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stereo Dub,
Model 500,
Althea and Donna,
The J.B.'s,
Whodini,
Q and Not U,
The Moleskins,
Gang Starr,
Angry Samoans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David McCallum,
Steve Hackett,
Warren Ellis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pole,
Todd Rundgren,
Tom Boy,
Y Pants,
Groovy Waters,
Excepter,
Soft Cell,
The Tremeloes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DJ Sneak,
Bill Near,
The Seeds,
Donald Byrd,
The Real Kids,
Cal Tjader,
Delon & Dalcan,
Moebius,
Bang On A Can,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Victims,
Minnie Riperton,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wings,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rapeman,
Lakeside,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Angels of Light,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Masters at Work,
Swans,
Surgeon,
The American Breed,
Barry Ungar,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.