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 Switzerland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 X-Ray Spex to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Black Pus,
Cluster,
Subhumans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Supertramp,
Kayak,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Birthday Party,
Rotary Connection,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Panda Bear,
Country Teasers,
Swell Maps,
The Kinks,
Zapp,
Monks,
John Coltrane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gladiators,
Delta 5,
Mars,
Public Enemy,
Todd Rundgren,
The Evens,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott Heron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nation of Ulysses,
New Age Steppers,
Popol Vuh,
Delon & Dalcan,
ABBA,
Slick Rick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oblivians,
The Moody Blues,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gastr Del Sol,
David McCallum,
The Monks,
Suicide,
Robert Görl,
The Standells,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Bar-Kays,
Pole,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Wyatt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soft Machine,
Pagans,
Accadde A,
D'Angelo,
Agent Orange,
Henry Cow,
Cymande,
Sixth Finger,
Dave Gahan,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.