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 Armenia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Steve Hackett to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Agent Orange,
Wings,
Parry Music,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Blackbyrds,
Harmonia,
Josef K,
Reagan Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Main Source,
Ken Boothe,
Rufus Thomas,
Sparks,
Icehouse,
Alton Ellis,
DJ Style,
Gang Starr,
Alphaville,
One Last Wish,
Soulsonic Force,
The Count Five,
The Searchers,
Country Teasers,
JFA,
E-Dancer,
The Offenders,
Procol Harum,
Index,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Idris Muhammad,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed,
Agitation Free,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scrapy,
Max Romeo,
Lalann,
Andrew Hill,
Archie Shepp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Q and Not U,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jawbox,
Magazine,
The Monochrome Set,
Masters at Work,
The Trojans,
Chris & Cosey,
Groovy Waters,
Pussy Galore,
Roy Ayers,
Jeff Mills,
Warren Ellis,
Loose Ends,
Guru Guru,
The Gladiators,
Visage,
Stiv Bators,
L. Decosne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.