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 Iraq and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Symarip to the punk 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ice-T,
Freddie Wadling,
The Alarm Clocks,
Throbbing Gristle,
The American Breed,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Shoche,
Aloha Tigers,
Shuggie Otis,
Althea and Donna,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Barbara Tucker,
Los Fastidios,
The Stooges,
Tomorrow,
Lou Christie,
Tears for Fears,
Neu!,
Sam Rivers,
John Lydon,
Rosa Yemen,
Joe Smooth,
Camberwell Now,
Desert Stars,
Negative Approach,
The Velvet Underground,
Bang On A Can,
The Wake,
The Electric Prunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sarah Menescal,
U.S. Maple,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nation of Ulysses,
Procol Harum,
Magma,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ituana,
The Kinks,
Con Funk Shun,
Blancmange,
DNA,
Y Pants,
Susan Cadogan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Erykah Badu,
Neil Young,
The Associates,
Mark Hollis,
The Fall,
Agent Orange,
The Modern Lovers,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cramps,
These Immortal Souls,
Dead Boys,
Quando Quango,
Rod Modell,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.