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 Kuwait and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Dirtbombs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
The Barracudas,
Banda Bassotti,
The Neon Judgement,
Scrapy,
Cybotron,
Zero Boys,
The Evens,
Tommy Roe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marc Almond,
Joy Division,
JFA,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeff Lynne,
R.M.O.,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Womack,
Guru Guru,
Ohio Players,
The Pretty Things,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Michelle Simonal,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crash Course in Science,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ornette Coleman,
The Moleskins,
The Dead C,
Thee Headcoats,
Aural Exciters,
New Order,
The Gladiators,
Laurel Aitken,
Heaven 17,
Yusef Lateef,
Reuben Wilson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
June of 44,
Deepchord,
Donald Byrd,
Fugazi,
Mars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Offenders,
Average White Band,
the Sonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
PIL,
Robert Wyatt,
Kurtis Blow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soft Cell,
Pole,
The Fuzztones,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.