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 St Kitts & Nevis and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Eddi Front to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Green,
John Foxx,
Sam Rivers,
Jeff Mills,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Slackers,
Neu!,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eli Mardock,
Sparks,
Skaos,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Althea and Donna,
The Pretty Things,
Roy Ayers,
Talk Talk,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Suburban Knight,
World's Most,
Jesper Dahlback,
Franke,
Anthony Braxton,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Christie,
the Soft Cell,
Symarip,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Animal Collective,
Spandau Ballet,
Johnny Clarke,
Boz Scaggs,
Pylon,
the Swans,
Hot Snakes,
Agitation Free,
Blossom Toes,
Sun City Girls,
F. McDonald,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mojo Men,
Oblivians,
Crispian St. Peters,
Television Personalities,
Make Up,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-102,
Con Funk Shun,
The Monochrome Set,
Wire,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lalann,
OOIOO,
Funky Four + One,
Brass Construction,
Connie Case,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.