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 Togo and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Public Image Ltd. to the funk 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Lydon,
Metal Thangz,
Fear,
Arcadia,
JFA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fall,
Excepter,
H. Thieme,
The Fuzztones,
David McCallum,
The Smiths,
Susan Cadogan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
Bang On A Can,
Eli Mardock,
AZ,
Graham Central Station,
DJ Style,
Sister Nancy,
Bill Near,
Q65,
Bauhaus,
Black Flag,
The Black Dice,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Idris Muhammad,
Supertramp,
LL Cool J,
The Doors,
Banda Bassotti,
a-ha,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flash Fearless,
Lindisfarne,
Delta 5,
Wasted Youth,
David Bowie,
Roxy Music,
Tom Boy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
R.M.O.,
Ronan,
Henry Cow,
The Seeds,
Slick Rick,
The Searchers,
Lakeside,
Nils Olav,
Liliput,
The Wake,
Derrick Morgan,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric Dolphy,
Deakin,
ABC,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Victims,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.