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 Mexico and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Moebius to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
PIL,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Warren Ellis,
Tom Boy,
The Alarm Clocks,
F. McDonald,
Sex Pistols,
The Fortunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ronan,
The Dead C,
Chrome,
China Crisis,
The Happenings,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quadrant,
Al Stewart,
kango's stein massive,
Animal Collective,
K-Klass,
Country Teasers,
Lakeside,
Babytalk,
Average White Band,
Massinfluence,
Archie Shepp,
the Human League,
Gerry Rafferty,
Magma,
The Searchers,
The Zeros,
Bill Near,
Silicon Teens,
Traffic Nightmare,
10cc,
The Smiths,
Rosa Yemen,
Bill Wells,
Boredoms,
Camouflage,
Marine Girls,
Andrew Hill,
The Last Poets,
Gang of Four,
Pantytec,
Goldenarms,
Spandau Ballet,
World's Most,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Bananas,
Ohio Players,
Rotary Connection,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cramps,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.