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 Barbados and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Radiohead to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Lindisfarne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Laurel Aitken,
Harry Pussy,
10cc,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skaos,
Agent Orange,
The Zeros,
Stiv Bators,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Doors,
Don Cherry,
DNA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alison Limerick,
EPMD,
June of 44,
Animal Collective,
Subhumans,
The Litter,
Rapeman,
Bobby Byrd,
Prince Buster,
Loose Ends,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Neon Judgement,
Swell Maps,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pussy Galore,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
June Days,
Scott Walker,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Lydon,
Con Funk Shun,
Amazonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Human League,
Funky Four + One,
Cymande,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Agitation Free,
Eve St. Jones,
Ornette Coleman,
PIL,
Susan Cadogan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neu!,
Oneida,
Carl Craig,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter and Kerry,
the Slits,
Thompson Twins,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.