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 Albania and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Derrick Morgan to the dance 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun City Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Von Mondo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sixth Finger,
Pussy Galore,
Albert Ayler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Faust,
Juan Atkins,
The Gladiators,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Bananas,
The Offenders,
Icehouse,
Sällskapet,
Intrusion,
the Soft Cell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Man Parrish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tropical Tobacco,
Porter Ricks,
Sonic Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alice Coltrane,
Aural Exciters,
Outsiders,
The Young Rascals,
Joe Smooth,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Sonics,
Wings,
The Remains,
Arthur Verocai,
Nils Olav,
Neu!,
Freddie Wadling,
Lightning Bolt,
The Last Poets,
Yaz,
Rapeman,
Blake Baxter,
Kaleidoscope,
Scan 7,
Sandy B,
The Grass Roots,
Ten City,
Anthony Braxton,
Pharoah Sanders,
PIL,
Dorothy Ashby,
Laurel Aitken,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cheater Slicks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.