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 Thailand and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Supertramp to the grunge 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
The Seeds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Hood,
Joensuu 1685,
Index,
Camouflage,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Divine Comedy,
Can,
Bronski Beat,
Sam Rivers,
T.S.O.L.,
Metal Thangz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pierre Henry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Section 25,
Scientists,
Pole,
a-ha,
Skriet,
Oneida,
kango's stein massive,
Cameo,
Josef K,
Soft Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Erasure,
The Wake,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Delta 5,
Eden Ahbez,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Christie,
Lucky Dragons,
Byron Stingily,
Harry Pussy,
Shuggie Otis,
Judy Mowatt,
Make Up,
Rekid,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Flag,
The Dirtbombs,
Derrick Morgan,
Soul II Soul,
Stockholm Monsters,
Niagra,
ABC,
Alton Ellis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Max Romeo,
The Skatalites,
Inner City,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minny Pops,
The Victims,
Eddi Front,
One Last Wish,
Roxy Music,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.