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 Spain and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 linndrum 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 Soft Machine to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
T. Rex,
Flash Fearless,
The Fall,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Normal,
Prince Buster,
The Martian,
Saccharine Trust,
Pulsallama,
The Pop Group,
Black Bananas,
Sällskapet,
The Pretty Things,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Move,
Alice Coltrane,
Mad Mike,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mojo Men,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gabor Szabo,
Max Romeo,
Moebius,
Bill Wells,
Nirvana,
The Evens,
MDC,
The Misunderstood,
Franke,
The Barracudas,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Vogues,
The Walker Brothers,
Wings,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Invisible,
Jawbox,
Blancmange,
Brass Construction,
The Tremeloes,
Little Man,
JFA,
The Fortunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neu!,
Donny Hathaway,
New York Dolls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scott Walker,
Gong,
David Bowie,
Japan,
Fat Boys,
Tomorrow,
Danielle Patucci,
The Searchers,
Grey Daturas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Swans,
One Last Wish,
Skaos,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.