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 Chile and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 The Toasters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Quadrant,
Moebius,
Joey Negro,
Saccharine Trust,
Pylon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Intrusion,
Fat Boys,
Faraquet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Severed Heads,
L. Decosne,
Sällskapet,
The Cowsills,
The Mojo Men,
Danielle Patucci,
Terry Callier,
Kerri Chandler,
The Searchers,
Smog,
Blake Baxter,
Black Sheep,
The Smiths,
ABBA,
Bush Tetras,
The Moleskins,
Connie Case,
The United States of America,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Organ,
the Germs,
Con Funk Shun,
These Immortal Souls,
kango's stein massive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rosa Yemen,
Quantec,
Suicide,
Underground Resistance,
Harry Pussy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeff Lynne,
Subhumans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stereo Dub,
The Busters,
The Litter,
Technova,
Absolute Body Control,
Babytalk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amon Düül,
Jeru the Damaja,
Franke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Chrome,
Eric Copeland,
The Invisible,
Maurizio,
Robert Görl,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.