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 Comoros and from New York.
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 Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Brass Construction to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work 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?
The Cure,
The Fuzztones,
Barbara Tucker,
The Shadows of Knight,
Metal Thangz,
Brand Nubian,
Marine Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Dawn Penn,
Erykah Badu,
Alton Ellis,
Max Romeo,
The Stooges,
The Slackers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Shoche,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Absolute Body Control,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Lydon,
the Association,
Aural Exciters,
Fugazi,
Arab on Radar,
Barrington Levy,
U.S. Maple,
Ralphi Rosario,
Darondo,
The Real Kids,
Blake Baxter,
Monks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nas,
Ossler,
Terry Callier,
Matthew Halsall,
Audionom,
The Blues Magoos,
The Wake,
Marmalade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minutemen,
The Pretty Things,
Rosa Yemen,
Moby Grape,
The Dirtbombs,
Scrapy,
Excepter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cal Tjader,
Skarface,
Joensuu 1685,
Bronski Beat,
China Crisis,
Average White Band,
Iggy Pop,
B.T. Express,
Amon Düül II,
ABBA,
Angry Samoans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amon Düül,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.