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 Gabon and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 Cosmic Jokers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Red Krayola,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cramps,
Grey Daturas,
Sixth Finger,
Masters at Work,
Drive Like Jehu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Slits,
Robert Wyatt,
Sonic Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Misunderstood,
Ten City,
Essential Logic,
Brothers Johnson,
The Divine Comedy,
Jacques Brel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rites of Spring,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cure,
The Victims,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Prince Buster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soul Sonic Force,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Television,
Wings,
Loose Ends,
This Heat,
Black Sheep,
U.S. Maple,
Sight & Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Urselle,
Piero Umiliani,
UT,
Moss Icon,
Pierre Henry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ponytail,
Panda Bear,
Terry Callier,
Hoover,
Neu!,
Bobby Byrd,
The Names,
Subhumans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Supertramp,
X-Ray Spex,
The United States of America,
Ultra Naté,
Patti Smith,
Aswad,
cv313,
The Monks,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.