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 Singapore and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Supertramp to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lungfish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
June Days,
Joensuu 1685,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Isaac Hayes,
Sex Pistols,
Easy Going,
Harry Pussy,
10cc,
Jeru the Damaja,
Steve Hackett,
Skarface,
Blossom Toes,
Mandrill,
Circle Jerks,
Jandek,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Womack,
Pere Ubu,
Wings,
Gichy Dan,
Accadde A,
Big Daddy Kane,
Unwound,
The Searchers,
Adolescents,
Eden Ahbez,
Ken Boothe,
Matthew Halsall,
Yazoo,
Rites of Spring,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scratch Acid,
OOIOO,
Khruangbin,
Charles Mingus,
Kayak,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cowsills,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scan 7,
The United States of America,
Roger Hodgson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ohio Players,
L. Decosne,
A Certain Ratio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fear,
John Lydon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Magma,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.