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 Turkmenistan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 The Monks to the techno 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Organ,
Joey Negro,
The Dave Clark Five,
Von Mondo,
Visage,
Nick Fraelich,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rekid,
Marmalade,
Suicide,
Easy Going,
Bobby Sherman,
Metal Thangz,
Letta Mbulu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Drexciya,
EPMD,
Alison Limerick,
China Crisis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun City Girls,
Eddi Front,
Fatback Band,
Oblivians,
Television Personalities,
Joy Division,
Basic Channel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ten City,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fuzztones,
Roxette,
Buzzcocks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Invisible,
the Swans,
Tomorrow,
The Gun Club,
Con Funk Shun,
The Red Krayola,
Liliput,
Pantytec,
Shuggie Otis,
Carl Craig,
Juan Atkins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rotary Connection,
Hoover,
Roger Hodgson,
Chris Corsano,
X-102,
Pierre Henry,
David McCallum,
Prince Buster,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Sheep,
Toni Rubio,
The Trojans,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.