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 Israel and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise 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 Flash Fearless to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alton Ellis,
DJ Sneak,
the Slits,
Aural Exciters,
Sam Rivers,
Motorama,
The Skatalites,
Massinfluence,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Accadde A,
The Monochrome Set,
Don Cherry,
Ludus,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Normal,
Soul II Soul,
Joensuu 1685,
Danielle Patucci,
Andrew Hill,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DNA,
the Germs,
The Grass Roots,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grey Daturas,
Joe Finger,
Negative Approach,
Absolute Body Control,
Sister Nancy,
Barbara Tucker,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eurythmics,
The Wake,
The Residents,
Stereo Dub,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Connie Case,
One Last Wish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Outsiders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Inner City,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Echospace,
Cameo,
Marc Almond,
Oblivians,
Basic Channel,
Jerry's Kids,
The Count Five,
The Invisible,
Das Ding,
Skriet,
Flash Fearless,
Half Japanese,
Scan 7,
The Black Dice,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.