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 Spain and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 Joyce Sims to the grunge 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Christie,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultra Naté,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kas Product,
Amon Düül,
Vladislav Delay,
the Human League,
Ludus,
Lou Reed,
Young Marble Giants,
Chris Corsano,
DJ Sneak,
Janne Schatter,
Chris & Cosey,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mad Mike,
the Soft Cell,
Ken Boothe,
Fear,
The Victims,
Joey Negro,
The Doors,
Amazonics,
Vainqueur,
Idris Muhammad,
Q65,
Radio Birdman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Malaria!,
Albert Ayler,
The Pop Group,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Accadde A,
Can,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minnie Riperton,
Dave Gahan,
Zapp,
Second Layer,
Infiniti,
Cecil Taylor,
Barrington Levy,
Urselle,
Talk Talk,
Dark Day,
The Offenders,
Pet Shop Boys,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.