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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lalo Schifrin to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
The Buckinghams,
MC5,
Peter & Gordon,
K-Klass,
Funkadelic,
The Pop Group,
Jacques Brel,
Unwound,
Sun City Girls,
Heaven 17,
Rapeman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Qualms,
Kenny Larkin,
Barbara Tucker,
Von Mondo,
Lindisfarne,
Don Cherry,
The Smiths,
Cymande,
Khruangbin,
Roger Hodgson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Los Fastidios,
Warren Ellis,
Althea and Donna,
John Cale,
Leonard Cohen,
The Raincoats,
Model 500,
Young Marble Giants,
Lightning Bolt,
John Coltrane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sister Nancy,
Crash Course in Science,
Pantaleimon,
Reuben Wilson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fatback Band,
L. Decosne,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Names,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Franke,
The Blackbyrds,
The Smoke,
Swans,
Matthew Halsall,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Sherman,
10cc,
Jeff Lynne,
Kaleidoscope,
Public Enemy,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Letta Mbulu,
Marvin Gaye,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.