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 Tonga and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 PIL to the rap 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Kenny Larkin,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gladiators,
Letta Mbulu,
Moss Icon,
Roxy Music,
Surgeon,
Lindisfarne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eli Mardock,
Harpers Bizarre,
Parry Music,
the Bar-Kays,
the Slits,
Yusef Lateef,
Andrew Hill,
Minny Pops,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang of Four,
Yellowson,
Marvin Gaye,
Television,
Suburban Knight,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Basic Channel,
Alice Coltrane,
These Immortal Souls,
Unrelated Segments,
The Electric Prunes,
Half Japanese,
The Human League,
Bauhaus,
Sonic Youth,
The Kinks,
The Zeros,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Duran Duran,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Archie Shepp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vladislav Delay,
Stereo Dub,
Zero Boys,
Deadbeat,
The Neon Judgement,
Cecil Taylor,
Arab on Radar,
Audionom,
Depeche Mode,
MC5,
Sandy B,
The Flesh Eaters,
China Crisis,
Hasil Adkins,
10cc,
Minor Threat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Country Teasers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ronnie Foster,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.