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 Kuwait and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
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 The Monks to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Make Up,
Harmonia,
Lyres,
Can,
Scott Walker,
Henry Cow,
The Neon Judgement,
Susan Cadogan,
Byron Stingily,
The Vogues,
Stetsasonic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joey Negro,
Spoonie Gee,
The Techniques,
Banda Bassotti,
Lalo Schifrin,
Spandau Ballet,
Masters at Work,
The Tremeloes,
Gabor Szabo,
Suburban Knight,
Oblivians,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
F. McDonald,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sunsets and Hearts,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soft Machine,
Scrapy,
Black Pus,
The Litter,
Talk Talk,
Jacob Miller,
John Lydon,
Warsaw,
The Fugs,
The Slits,
Minnie Riperton,
Pylon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sonics,
Rotary Connection,
Sonic Youth,
Heaven 17,
Harry Pussy,
The Modern Lovers,
Moby Grape,
The Dead C,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hasil Adkins,
Bob Dylan,
Howard Jones,
The Smiths,
Bauhaus,
The United States of America,
Donny Hathaway,
The Last Poets,
Bill Wells,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.