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 Turkey and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Hoover,
Absolute Body Control,
Graham Central Station,
The Young Rascals,
Juan Atkins,
the Association,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Albert Ayler,
Porter Ricks,
The Pop Group,
EPMD,
In Retrospect,
Black Pus,
Cheater Slicks,
The J.B.'s,
Derrick May,
Niagra,
Ornette Coleman,
Schoolly D,
The Neon Judgement,
Bang On A Can,
Fela Kuti,
Donny Hathaway,
Khruangbin,
Flash Fearless,
Sun City Girls,
Swans,
Smog,
The Sonics,
Subhumans,
The Gladiators,
Marc Almond,
Chris Corsano,
Carl Craig,
Supertramp,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joey Negro,
Basic Channel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sound Behaviour,
Soulsonic Force,
Quantec,
The Pretty Things,
Joy Division,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aural Exciters,
F. McDonald,
Popol Vuh,
Amon Düül II,
Sugar Minott,
China Crisis,
The Sound,
Pere Ubu,
David Bowie,
Icehouse,
Howard Jones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ronnie Foster,
Jacques Brel,
The Red Krayola,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.