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 South Africa and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Cluster,
Hasil Adkins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Monks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Divine Comedy,
Vainqueur,
The Slackers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sight & Sound,
Unwound,
Bang On A Can,
Black Pus,
Robert Wyatt,
the Germs,
Hardrive,
Accadde A,
Faraquet,
Amazonics,
Bluetip,
Jawbox,
Essential Logic,
Suicide,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
James White and The Blacks,
Television Personalities,
Rotary Connection,
Fugazi,
Malaria!,
Letta Mbulu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moebius,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deepchord,
Jeff Lynne,
The Techniques,
Davy DMX,
Anakelly,
Severed Heads,
ABC,
Main Source,
David Axelrod,
Television,
Average White Band,
Theoretical Girls,
The Seeds,
Lucky Dragons,
Oblivians,
Cymande,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Can,
Audionom,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fugs,
Altered Images,
Josef K,
Anthony Braxton,
John Coltrane,
Matthew Bourne,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.