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 Libya 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Talk Talk to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Drive Like Jehu,
Charles Mingus,
Colin Newman,
T. Rex,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moebius,
Silicon Teens,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Guru Guru,
Deakin,
Urselle,
Erykah Badu,
Dave Gahan,
Freddie Wadling,
Royal Trux,
Faraquet,
New Order,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Happenings,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nirvana,
Ice-T,
Black Bananas,
Arcadia,
The Selecter,
Marcia Griffiths,
H. Thieme,
Agitation Free,
Pole,
Brick,
Junior Murvin,
Juan Atkins,
Carl Craig,
Throbbing Gristle,
Make Up,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alton Ellis,
Tubeway Army,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lucky Dragons,
The Count Five,
The Slits,
Eddi Front,
the Swans,
The Toasters,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Womack,
Donald Byrd,
Pagans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Simply Red,
Radio Birdman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skarface,
Monolake,
Roxette,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
L. Decosne,
Todd Terry,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.