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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Donald Byrd 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Charles Mingus,
Arthur Verocai,
Reagan Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
Dark Day,
Black Sheep,
Talk Talk,
Trumans Water,
Masters at Work,
Eric Dolphy,
Bluetip,
The Tremeloes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nils Olav,
Bad Manners,
Sandy B,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Wake,
Pussy Galore,
Henry Cow,
Brand Nubian,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gladiators,
The Mojo Men,
Average White Band,
New York Dolls,
Neu!,
Pantytec,
F. McDonald,
These Immortal Souls,
Fatback Band,
FM Einheit,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rotary Connection,
the Association,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camouflage,
K-Klass,
The Golliwogs,
Scan 7,
Jacques Brel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Patti Smith,
Fear,
The Walker Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sound,
Shoche,
The Gun Club,
Don Cherry,
Swans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Görl,
The Motions,
Moss Icon,
The Black Dice,
Wire,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.