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 Canada and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Hot Snakes to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Brass Construction,
Bizarre Inc.,
Angry Samoans,
The Young Rascals,
Can,
Crash Course in Science,
Cecil Taylor,
Lyres,
Khruangbin,
Bang On A Can,
The Smoke,
Basic Channel,
Marmalade,
Severed Heads,
Con Funk Shun,
Deakin,
Sugar Minott,
H. Thieme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roy Ayers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Busters,
Monks,
The Velvet Underground,
Roxy Music,
Cheater Slicks,
Soul II Soul,
Morten Harket,
Ponytail,
Pylon,
Robert Görl,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mo-Dettes,
David Axelrod,
Jeff Mills,
Au Pairs,
The Evens,
The Smiths,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
ABBA,
Anthony Braxton,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Monks,
Prince Buster,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Bar-Kays,
Sound Behaviour,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
David Bowie,
Eli Mardock,
The J.B.'s,
The Slits,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nico,
Johnny Osbourne,
Matthew Halsall,
Wings,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.