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 Marshall Islands and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 Fluxion to the punk 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Sheep,
Laurel Aitken,
Donny Hathaway,
Khruangbin,
the Normal,
Whodini,
the Slits,
FM Einheit,
Essential Logic,
The Saints,
UT,
Echospace,
Jacques Brel,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tim Buckley,
The Kinks,
Clear Light,
Unwound,
Isaac Hayes,
Roger Hodgson,
Yellowson,
The Mojo Men,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pere Ubu,
The Vogues,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jacob Miller,
Symarip,
Kayak,
Sound Behaviour,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Zeros,
Visage,
Piero Umiliani,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fall,
Mars,
Ronnie Foster,
Supertramp,
Iggy Pop,
In Retrospect,
The Motions,
Bang On A Can,
The Dirtbombs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kaleidoscope,
June of 44,
Arcadia,
Fela Kuti,
Severed Heads,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mad Mike,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joe Smooth,
Adolescents,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.