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 Croatia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Lungfish to the disco 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Make Up,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Hood,
Soul II Soul,
Kerri Chandler,
Khruangbin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Intrusion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eddi Front,
Joe Smooth,
Wally Richardson,
Agent Orange,
Unwound,
The Motions,
The Golliwogs,
Reuben Wilson,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gories,
Banda Bassotti,
Sarah Menescal,
Tres Demented,
Brand Nubian,
a-ha,
Jacques Brel,
Urselle,
Steve Hackett,
Soft Cell,
Crooked Eye,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Happenings,
Outsiders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Spoonie Gee,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wasted Youth,
the Sonics,
Angry Samoans,
David McCallum,
Skarface,
Fela Kuti,
The Last Poets,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chris Corsano,
The Modern Lovers,
Gichy Dan,
Marine Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Pus,
Los Fastidios,
Darondo,
China Crisis,
Altered Images,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Monks,
Hoover,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.