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 Kiribati and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Michael McDonald 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 Eli Mardock to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Groovy Waters,
Motorama,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lightning Bolt,
Dual Sessions,
AZ,
the Swans,
Camouflage,
Trumans Water,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Shoche,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sparks,
Amazonics,
Moebius,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jandek,
Roxy Music,
Pere Ubu,
John Holt,
Blancmange,
Lucky Dragons,
The Five Americans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jerry's Kids,
June Days,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric Dolphy,
Scrapy,
Stereo Dub,
Lyres,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sällskapet,
Jacob Miller,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Minny Pops,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mummies,
Bang On A Can,
Funkadelic,
Isaac Hayes,
Hardrive,
The Electric Prunes,
Aswad,
Eddi Front,
cv313,
The Shadows of Knight,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
These Immortal Souls,
Colin Newman,
Morten Harket,
OOIOO,
Cluster,
Josef K,
Amon Düül,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mission of Burma,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.