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 Iceland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Bizarre Inc. to the dance 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Motions,
The Zeros,
Sarah Menescal,
John Holt,
Metal Thangz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Albert Ayler,
Quando Quango,
Camberwell Now,
Duran Duran,
Marc Almond,
Tim Buckley,
Yaz,
The Modern Lovers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moss Icon,
Boz Scaggs,
Funky Four + One,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Carl Craig,
Traffic Nightmare,
Monks,
T. Rex,
Erasure,
Pylon,
The Divine Comedy,
Delta 5,
Electric Prunes,
Graham Central Station,
Prince Buster,
B.T. Express,
the Normal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deepchord,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bauhaus,
Mo-Dettes,
Hoover,
Scott Walker,
Bang On A Can,
The Selecter,
Sun Ra,
Connie Case,
The Five Americans,
The Doors,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Hood,
The Fortunes,
48th St. Collective,
China Crisis,
Swell Maps,
CMW,
Pantaleimon,
Kerri Chandler,
the Swans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yellowson,
Black Moon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.