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 New Zealand and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Wally Richardson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Agitation Free,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cymande,
Bluetip,
Tommy Roe,
Neu!,
Marmalade,
Byron Stingily,
Deepchord,
Bobby Womack,
Magma,
The Sonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Shuggie Otis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kas Product,
the Soft Cell,
Marc Almond,
Joey Negro,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Wyatt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crispy Ambulance,
F. McDonald,
Stereo Dub,
Sex Pistols,
Tom Boy,
The New Christs,
ABC,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skaos,
Tears for Fears,
Ten City,
Bad Manners,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Electric Prunes,
The Residents,
Kurtis Blow,
The Victims,
The Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Absolute Body Control,
Monks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Flag,
The Smoke,
Ken Boothe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joensuu 1685,
Scott Walker,
the Slits,
Zapp,
The J.B.'s,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kayak,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.