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 Colombia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Henry Cow to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
The Skatalites,
The Velvet Underground,
John Coltrane,
the Sonics,
The Associates,
Joe Finger,
Ice-T,
The Five Americans,
Ornette Coleman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amon Düül,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Electric Prunes,
Quando Quango,
Television Personalities,
Excepter,
The Pretty Things,
Soft Machine,
David Bowie,
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare,
Clear Light,
DJ Sneak,
David Axelrod,
Minny Pops,
Wasted Youth,
The Black Dice,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Leaves,
The Raincoats,
Fela Kuti,
Das Ding,
Lungfish,
The Fortunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Country Teasers,
Kenny Larkin,
T.S.O.L.,
Moebius,
The Smiths,
the Slits,
KRS-One,
Zero Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Vladislav Delay,
Ash Ra Tempel,
CMW,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Matthew Bourne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tim Buckley,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Green,
PIL,
The Busters,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.