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 Andorra and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Audionom,
David Axelrod,
Grauzone,
In Retrospect,
The Happenings,
Ohio Players,
Soft Machine,
Duran Duran,
Ken Boothe,
Aloha Tigers,
Buzzcocks,
Rekid,
Scientists,
The Walker Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
Siglo XX,
Second Layer,
Adolescents,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joyce Sims,
The Beau Brummels,
Tropical Tobacco,
Section 25,
Kaleidoscope,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Young Rascals,
Quando Quango,
John Foxx,
Theoretical Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skaos,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New York Dolls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Loose Ends,
Bronski Beat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Index,
Hardrive,
JFA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Erasure,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kas Product,
Erykah Badu,
Khruangbin,
Newcleus,
EPMD,
The Monochrome Set,
Sam Rivers,
New Age Steppers,
Malaria!,
Lakeside,
Black Pus,
Shoche,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New Order,
Motorama,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.