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 Zimbabwe and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 The Cure to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Reuben Wilson,
Saccharine Trust,
Q and Not U,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare,
Tears for Fears,
Yellowson,
The Beau Brummels,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Selecter,
Carl Craig,
Jeru the Damaja,
Magma,
Soul II Soul,
Cameo,
Eric Copeland,
Roy Ayers,
New York Dolls,
Metal Thangz,
Masters at Work,
Sam Rivers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Divine Comedy,
Pantytec,
Stereo Dub,
The Birthday Party,
Warsaw,
Colin Newman,
Pierre Henry,
Jacques Brel,
Isaac Hayes,
Sandy B,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Green,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Urselle,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Smiths,
Half Japanese,
Ralphi Rosario,
Letta Mbulu,
Newcleus,
The Blackbyrds,
The Slits,
The American Breed,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Model 500,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mandrill,
Lungfish,
The Knickerbockers,
Don Cherry,
Terry Callier,
Yaz,
Soft Cell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cecil Taylor,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.