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 Palau and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Gories to the dance 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
The Fugs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Zeros,
Moebius,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeff Mills,
The Victims,
Faust,
Liliput,
Spandau Ballet,
Scrapy,
Graham Central Station,
The Gories,
Vainqueur,
Ultimate Spinach,
Angry Samoans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Laurel Aitken,
Amon Düül II,
D'Angelo,
The American Breed,
X-102,
Nico,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Moon,
Infiniti,
Robert Wyatt,
EPMD,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skriet,
R.M.O.,
B.T. Express,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lucky Dragons,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Essential Logic,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Smoke,
Banda Bassotti,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marvin Gaye,
John Cale,
The Human League,
Leonard Cohen,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Womack,
Tommy Roe,
The Fire Engines,
Cheater Slicks,
Blossom Toes,
The Mojo Men,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.