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 Paraguay and from Lyon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 Barbara Tucker to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Buzzcocks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Infiniti,
The United States of America,
Average White Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marine Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Little Man,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quando Quango,
Quadrant,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Michelle Simonal,
John Lydon,
Drexciya,
Morten Harket,
Ten City,
New York Dolls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Martian,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Colin Newman,
Pantaleimon,
Swans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Saccharine Trust,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
kango's stein massive,
Dawn Penn,
Alice Coltrane,
Minor Threat,
Tomorrow,
Lucky Dragons,
Oblivians,
Los Fastidios,
Talk Talk,
Fluxion,
Prince Buster,
Cal Tjader,
The Divine Comedy,
Tres Demented,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fugs,
Joy Division,
Robert Görl,
Jacques Brel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Index,
Dead Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Roger Hodgson,
Letta Mbulu,
Sam Rivers,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.