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 Morocco and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Loose Ends 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Fluxion,
Yusef Lateef,
Cybotron,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Anthony Braxton,
The Moody Blues,
Judy Mowatt,
Stiv Bators,
LL Cool J,
Porter Ricks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dave Gahan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chris & Cosey,
Yellowson,
Average White Band,
Scrapy,
the Swans,
Delta 5,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vainqueur,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Hood,
Pylon,
The Zeros,
Gang Starr,
Nirvana,
The Human League,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Whodini,
The Cramps,
Neil Young,
The Standells,
Tom Boy,
John Coltrane,
June of 44,
Marvin Gaye,
Bootsy Collins,
New Age Steppers,
The Fugs,
Patti Smith,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ken Boothe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hasil Adkins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blossom Toes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brick,
Faust,
Intrusion,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.