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 Peru and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
New York Dolls,
The American Breed,
The Residents,
Wings,
Lyres,
Ludus,
Anthony Braxton,
Cluster,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultravox,
Popol Vuh,
Amon Düül,
The Gun Club,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Sheep,
Babytalk,
Harpers Bizarre,
Half Japanese,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Alarm Clocks,
The United States of America,
Heaven 17,
Sonic Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Schoolly D,
Frankie Knuckles,
Saccharine Trust,
The Golliwogs,
Kerri Chandler,
JFA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scratch Acid,
June of 44,
Ponytail,
OOIOO,
John Cale,
the Association,
Mark Hollis,
CMW,
Todd Rundgren,
Barclay James Harvest,
Essential Logic,
The Remains,
Lindisfarne,
Camouflage,
Idris Muhammad,
Arthur Verocai,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eli Mardock,
The Vogues,
Jandek,
Janne Schatter,
Liliput,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
10cc,
the Swans,
Lightning Bolt,
Sister Nancy,
ABC,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.