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 Equatorial Guinea and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Swans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 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 Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
The Standells,
Moss Icon,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Byrd,
Rites of Spring,
Stiv Bators,
Agent Orange,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Al Stewart,
The Detroit Cobras,
Urselle,
Kerri Chandler,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Smiths,
a-ha,
The Black Dice,
Hasil Adkins,
Livin' Joy,
Echospace,
Yazoo,
Duran Duran,
Camberwell Now,
The Divine Comedy,
Ken Boothe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Zapp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chris Corsano,
ABC,
Shuggie Otis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neil Young,
Main Source,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David McCallum,
Juan Atkins,
The Fugs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sound Behaviour,
Danielle Patucci,
The Doors,
Ponytail,
Hashim,
Sixth Finger,
K-Klass,
This Heat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Funky Four + One,
Country Teasers,
Arab on Radar,
Cameo,
Ossler,
Crash Course in Science,
Marvin Gaye,
Hot Snakes,
Ohio Players,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.