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 Liechtenstein and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Gerry Rafferty to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Aural Exciters,
The American Breed,
David McCallum,
Judy Mowatt,
Henry Cow,
Sparks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DJ Sneak,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Sheep,
Scratch Acid,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric Copeland,
Lindisfarne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Parry Music,
The J.B.'s,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roxy Music,
Half Japanese,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camberwell Now,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soft Cell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Accadde A,
The Monks,
Jawbox,
Zero Boys,
The Searchers,
Peter & Gordon,
James White and The Blacks,
Suicide,
Monks,
Faraquet,
Avey Tare,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Ludus,
Sugar Minott,
Kenny Larkin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Niagra,
Icehouse,
Essential Logic,
Das Ding,
Oneida,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hoover,
Warren Ellis,
The Cowsills,
Cecil Taylor,
Moby Grape,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grey Daturas,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.