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 Azerbaijan and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Joey Negro to the rock 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quando Quango,
The Fuzztones,
Bill Wells,
Barbara Tucker,
These Immortal Souls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Johnny Clarke,
Royal Trux,
Khruangbin,
Kurtis Blow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Offenders,
Jandek,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Black Dice,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
Urselle,
Organ,
Harry Pussy,
Cameo,
Eric Copeland,
Sandy B,
The Last Poets,
Vainqueur,
Sonny Sharrock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rotary Connection,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crime,
Suburban Knight,
Niagra,
Agent Orange,
Vladislav Delay,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moss Icon,
Sister Nancy,
Cluster,
Gong,
Swans,
Faust,
Dave Gahan,
Qualms,
E-Dancer,
Reuben Wilson,
Anakelly,
The Fugs,
Roy Ayers,
Sparks,
Matthew Bourne,
Amon Düül,
Crispian St. Peters,
DNA,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.