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 San Marino and from London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Al Stewart to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Pole,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultravox,
Peter and Kerry,
Cluster,
Sonic Youth,
Khruangbin,
The Busters,
Blake Baxter,
Neil Young,
Das Ding,
Joyce Sims,
Pierre Henry,
Dawn Penn,
AZ,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fela Kuti,
Byron Stingily,
Shuggie Otis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Hood,
the Bar-Kays,
Pere Ubu,
The Count Five,
The Litter,
Aaron Thompson,
Yellowson,
Black Bananas,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Remains,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lalo Schifrin,
New York Dolls,
China Crisis,
Delta 5,
Skarface,
CMW,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sight & Sound,
Bad Manners,
Rufus Thomas,
Marvin Gaye,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roxette,
Rekid,
The Offenders,
Zapp,
Crispian St. Peters,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Sheep,
Jacob Miller,
the Sonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fatback Band,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.