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 New Zealand and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Smoke,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Au Pairs,
Brass Construction,
China Crisis,
The Searchers,
Zapp,
Lou Christie,
Absolute Body Control,
Tom Boy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crime,
Television,
Jandek,
Can,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Patti Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rapeman,
Sällskapet,
Inner City,
Goldenarms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fuzztones,
The Offenders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Green,
The Count Five,
Graham Central Station,
The Flesh Eaters,
Spoonie Gee,
The Leaves,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Association,
Camberwell Now,
L. Decosne,
Heaven 17,
Adolescents,
Todd Terry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Silicon Teens,
Joe Finger,
The Fall,
Los Fastidios,
Nils Olav,
John Cale,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Porter Ricks,
The Associates,
Junior Murvin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Agent Orange,
U.S. Maple,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.