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 Azerbaijan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Neu! to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crash Course in Science,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gun Club,
Monolake,
Television,
Black Moon,
David Axelrod,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dead C,
Public Enemy,
Jacques Brel,
Pole,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aloha Tigers,
Parry Music,
Pagans,
Alphaville,
Mars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Skatalites,
Technova,
The Moleskins,
Iggy Pop,
Urselle,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cowsills,
Can,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Livin' Joy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Judy Mowatt,
Tears for Fears,
Bauhaus,
The Leaves,
Moss Icon,
The Standells,
Nick Fraelich,
The Names,
Little Man,
Black Bananas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Rakim,
Quando Quango,
Flipper,
The Walker Brothers,
Prince Buster,
Y Pants,
X-102,
Pussy Galore,
Piero Umiliani,
Grey Daturas,
David Bowie,
The Busters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bluetip,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.