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 Poland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soft Machine to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Tears for Fears,
a-ha,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Japan,
cv313,
H. Thieme,
Duran Duran,
The Standells,
The Electric Prunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crooked Eye,
Mo-Dettes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camberwell Now,
Dead Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fortunes,
Sound Behaviour,
Bill Wells,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Janne Schatter,
Pierre Henry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Can,
The Monochrome Set,
MC5,
Jacques Brel,
Glenn Branca,
The Five Americans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Prince Buster,
Mark Hollis,
Agitation Free,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Wyatt,
Cybotron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Association,
Lightning Bolt,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mojo Men,
Severed Heads,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alphaville,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Pretty Things,
T. Rex,
The Move,
Cecil Taylor,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radiohead,
Easy Going,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eli Mardock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jerry's Kids,
Chris & Cosey,
The Invisible,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.