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 Iran and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Crooked Eye to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Warren Ellis,
Sandy B,
Eddi Front,
Derrick May,
Al Stewart,
Qualms,
Deepchord,
Severed Heads,
Flash Fearless,
Negative Approach,
Kurtis Blow,
UT,
John Foxx,
Popol Vuh,
Tomorrow,
The Wake,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Velvet Underground,
Procol Harum,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crispian St. Peters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Slackers,
Joe Smooth,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Banda Bassotti,
The Raincoats,
The Black Dice,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Searchers,
Skriet,
Circle Jerks,
Neu!,
Ornette Coleman,
Q and Not U,
Masters at Work,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brass Construction,
Monks,
The Cure,
MC5,
The Associates,
Swans,
Whodini,
Scratch Acid,
Sun City Girls,
Colin Newman,
Basic Channel,
The J.B.'s,
Ponytail,
Scion,
Moby Grape,
Chrome,
The Star Department,
Aloha Tigers,
Henry Cow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minny Pops,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.