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 Sweden and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
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 clarinet 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 Make Up to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minor Threat,
Don Cherry,
Pulsallama,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Smoke,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Sheep,
Bill Wells,
Swans,
Q and Not U,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amon Düül II,
Royal Trux,
Roy Ayers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Modern Lovers,
Johnny Clarke,
Kaleidoscope,
Smog,
10cc,
Q65,
Alphaville,
Yaz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harpers Bizarre,
Faraquet,
Lightning Bolt,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fuzztones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Vogues,
Harry Pussy,
JFA,
Todd Terry,
Mr. Review,
Panda Bear,
Dual Sessions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jandek,
8 Eyed Spy,
Liliput,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Trojans,
Radiohead,
Adolescents,
Fela Kuti,
The Monks,
Agent Orange,
Reagan Youth,
Ponytail,
Interpol,
Piero Umiliani,
Young Marble Giants,
Sex Pistols,
Neil Young,
the Bar-Kays,
Public Image Ltd.,
Circle Jerks,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.