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 Botswana and from Portland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Donald Fagen 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 Standells to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Joe Finger,
Suburban Knight,
Monks,
Bush Tetras,
Subhumans,
Blake Baxter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
E-Dancer,
Rapeman,
Marine Girls,
Royal Trux,
The New Christs,
Bad Manners,
The Mojo Men,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Misunderstood,
Darondo,
The Black Dice,
Traffic Nightmare,
Johnny Osbourne,
June Days,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Sherman,
Fela Kuti,
The Pretty Things,
Sam Rivers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
Cameo,
Andrew Hill,
Moss Icon,
Motorama,
Aswad,
Warsaw,
Niagra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skaos,
Delta 5,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Toni Rubio,
Malaria!,
Popol Vuh,
Arcadia,
Lyres,
Janne Schatter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joey Negro,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Funky Four + One,
Gang of Four,
Negative Approach,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Todd Rundgren,
World's Most,
Radiohead,
The Skatalites,
Scrapy,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.