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 Laos and from Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 The Neon Judgement to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren 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?
Lyres,
Siglo XX,
Fad Gadget,
Trumans Water,
Godley & Creme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Bananas,
Deadbeat,
Judy Mowatt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kerrie Biddell,
kango's stein massive,
Danielle Patucci,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Pretty Things,
The Fire Engines,
Slick Rick,
Mars,
Swans,
Drexciya,
The Misunderstood,
Maleditus Sound,
Echospace,
Aloha Tigers,
Soft Cell,
Morten Harket,
The Selecter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Delta 5,
Ice-T,
Barbara Tucker,
Barry Ungar,
Babytalk,
JFA,
The Cramps,
Terry Callier,
Scratch Acid,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mo-Dettes,
Monks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kool Moe Dee,
Carl Craig,
Jeff Lynne,
Jeff Mills,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Slits,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fortunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nik Kershaw,
Rotary Connection,
Nas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Spandau Ballet,
The Golliwogs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.