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 Thailand and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Gang Gang Dance,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Derrick Morgan,
Altered Images,
Lou Christie,
Brick,
Slave,
CMW,
The Gories,
Ten City,
Rapeman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soft Machine,
Q65,
Barrington Levy,
Minor Threat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Monks,
The Toasters,
Easy Going,
Marc Almond,
Lightning Bolt,
Joensuu 1685,
Lindisfarne,
Average White Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ossler,
Eden Ahbez,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yazoo,
Chris Corsano,
Prince Buster,
The Gap Band,
10cc,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Zero Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Birthday Party,
Darondo,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Searchers,
Television,
Delon & Dalcan,
Von Mondo,
The Invisible,
Andrew Hill,
Aaron Thompson,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fugs,
Unrelated Segments,
ABC,
A Certain Ratio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cal Tjader,
The Golliwogs,
Carl Craig,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.