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 Sudan and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Suburban Knight 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Loose Ends,
Agitation Free,
the Swans,
Thee Headcoats,
John Holt,
D'Angelo,
Jacob Miller,
Marmalade,
John Coltrane,
Radiohead,
The Cowsills,
Eddi Front,
Jeff Mills,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joe Smooth,
Section 25,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Audionom,
Minutemen,
F. McDonald,
Flipper,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Erykah Badu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scratch Acid,
James Chance & The Contortions,
T.S.O.L.,
EPMD,
Sound Behaviour,
Buzzcocks,
Underground Resistance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fluxion,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wings,
The Mojo Men,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Victims,
Dark Day,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mandrill,
Tres Demented,
cv313,
Brand Nubian,
Yazoo,
Maurizio,
Youth Brigade,
Public Image Ltd.,
Porter Ricks,
Banda Bassotti,
Joey Negro,
Black Moon,
China Crisis,
Swans,
The Monochrome Set,
The Count Five,
Idris Muhammad,
Desert Stars,
The Black Dice,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.