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 Sri Lanka and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin 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 Robert Hood to the jazz 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Gong,
UT,
Marc Almond,
Rosa Yemen,
Sällskapet,
Minny Pops,
Fugazi,
LL Cool J,
Aloha Tigers,
Talk Talk,
Stereo Dub,
Aural Exciters,
the Slits,
Half Japanese,
Thee Headcoats,
Fluxion,
Deepchord,
The Martian,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bauhaus,
The Toasters,
Panda Bear,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Vogues,
Television Personalities,
Ten City,
Icehouse,
Gang Starr,
Scan 7,
One Last Wish,
Amazonics,
Altered Images,
Sex Pistols,
Reagan Youth,
Intrusion,
The Slits,
Au Pairs,
Qualms,
Spoonie Gee,
Joe Smooth,
World's Most,
Matthew Halsall,
Barbara Tucker,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Trumans Water,
Roxy Music,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nico,
Avey Tare,
Livin' Joy,
Jeff Mills,
The Fugs,
Bobby Byrd,
Loose Ends,
Bluetip,
The Electric Prunes,
Crooked Eye,
Technova,
Desert Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.