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 Austria and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 The New Christs to the funk 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Guru Guru,
Ice-T,
Tomorrow,
T. Rex,
Shuggie Otis,
The Divine Comedy,
Ituana,
KRS-One,
Camberwell Now,
Piero Umiliani,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scientists,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Erykah Badu,
Johnny Clarke,
Excepter,
Pole,
David Bowie,
Darondo,
Rosa Yemen,
Nirvana,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Electric Prunes,
Marc Almond,
Hot Snakes,
Skarface,
Roxy Music,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Martian,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joensuu 1685,
The Count Five,
The Star Department,
Moebius,
The Sound,
The Slits,
Fad Gadget,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flipper,
Slave,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gichy Dan,
Warsaw,
Ken Boothe,
Scratch Acid,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nico,
Livin' Joy,
Altered Images,
Little Man,
kango's stein massive,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Blackbyrds,
Tommy Roe,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bang On A Can,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Spandau Ballet,
Jacques Brel,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.