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 Romania and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Ash Ra Tempel to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Lee Hazlewood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Steve Hackett,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Shadows of Knight,
Byron Stingily,
Grey Daturas,
Rod Modell,
Robert Hood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gong,
Mission of Burma,
Eyeless In Gaza,
ABC,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minny Pops,
Tubeway Army,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Germs,
Fear,
Terrestrial Tones,
Drexciya,
Skarface,
Colin Newman,
June Days,
Deakin,
Soul II Soul,
Pet Shop Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Anthony Braxton,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare,
The Slits,
Theoretical Girls,
Y Pants,
The Mummies,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Schoolly D,
Freddie Wadling,
Boz Scaggs,
Oblivians,
The Blues Magoos,
Toni Rubio,
The Blackbyrds,
The Last Poets,
Flamin' Groovies,
Parry Music,
Ronan,
Gang of Four,
Technova,
Skriet,
Glenn Branca,
Los Fastidios,
Ituana,
Visage,
Eli Mardock,
Susan Cadogan,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobbi Humphrey,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.