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 Nicaragua and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the funk 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Scan 7,
Kerri Chandler,
Fat Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dawn Penn,
Maleditus Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Grauzone,
The Smiths,
One Last Wish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fear,
John Holt,
China Crisis,
Masters at Work,
Roger Hodgson,
Pole,
Harry Pussy,
Jacob Miller,
B.T. Express,
Morten Harket,
Arcadia,
Sandy B,
Essential Logic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Byron Stingily,
Minutemen,
Gang Starr,
Joensuu 1685,
Eden Ahbez,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Derrick Morgan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marc Almond,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Association,
Roxy Music,
The Red Krayola,
Nick Fraelich,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Bananas,
Little Man,
Mo-Dettes,
Wire,
Black Sheep,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Swans,
Absolute Body Control,
Zero Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ituana,
Charles Mingus,
K-Klass,
Flipper,
Cluster,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Tomorrow,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.