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 Vanuatu and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Soft Machine to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Gabor Szabo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Steve Hackett,
Glenn Branca,
Sex Pistols,
The Durutti Column,
Pere Ubu,
Barry Ungar,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oblivians,
Sällskapet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Surgeon,
Q65,
Joensuu 1685,
Cymande,
The Flesh Eaters,
Monks,
The Fall,
Von Mondo,
The Gladiators,
Letta Mbulu,
Kas Product,
Danielle Patucci,
Warsaw,
The J.B.'s,
Roxy Music,
Section 25,
Derrick Morgan,
John Foxx,
EPMD,
The Leaves,
Shoche,
Swell Maps,
Wally Richardson,
Negative Approach,
Joy Division,
Rufus Thomas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tears for Fears,
Janne Schatter,
DNA,
48th St. Collective,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moby Grape,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
L. Decosne,
Harmonia,
Fad Gadget,
Jesper Dahlback,
Delta 5,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gichy Dan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Hood,
Stockholm Monsters,
Depeche Mode,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dennis Brown,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.