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 Switzerland and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Dual Sessions to the grunge 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '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 Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
X-101,
Barry Ungar,
The Red Krayola,
The Neon Judgement,
Ohio Players,
The Motions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lungfish,
Funky Four + One,
Country Teasers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amazonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Traffic Nightmare,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bill Near,
Gichy Dan,
In Retrospect,
Pylon,
Rapeman,
Marine Girls,
Lou Christie,
Marvin Gaye,
Matthew Bourne,
The Skatalites,
Bootsy Collins,
Section 25,
Quantec,
Chrome,
Japan,
Grauzone,
Todd Terry,
This Heat,
Joyce Sims,
Cheater Slicks,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed,
Soul II Soul,
Rod Modell,
Fear,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fuzztones,
Spandau Ballet,
Yazoo,
48th St. Collective,
David McCallum,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minnie Riperton,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fluxion,
Kaleidoscope,
Morten Harket,
Dark Day,
New York Dolls,
The Raincoats,
Cal Tjader,
Jacques Brel,
Con Funk Shun,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.