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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Malaria! to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Thompson Twins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Sherman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arcadia,
Bill Wells,
Aswad,
The Sonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stetsasonic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Magazine,
Severed Heads,
Black Pus,
Niagra,
Sun City Girls,
Funkadelic,
MDC,
Jawbox,
Clear Light,
Tomorrow,
Buzzcocks,
Crash Course in Science,
The Moody Blues,
Pantaleimon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Warsaw,
Darondo,
The Five Americans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Zero Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
The Slits,
the Normal,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fugs,
Derrick Morgan,
Aaron Thompson,
Underground Resistance,
Mr. Review,
Black Moon,
Matthew Bourne,
Pere Ubu,
Patti Smith,
Erykah Badu,
The Dirtbombs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hoover,
Neu!,
Panda Bear,
Matthew Halsall,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harmonia,
Fort Wilson Riot,
JFA,
Colin Newman,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.