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 Israel and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Henry Cow to the electroclash 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Massinfluence,
Quando Quango,
The Velvet Underground,
Talk Talk,
The Fortunes,
Flash Fearless,
The Wake,
Deepchord,
Surgeon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
MDC,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Knickerbockers,
Dave Gahan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gong,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Byrd,
Aural Exciters,
Vainqueur,
Mars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rakim,
Shuggie Otis,
Procol Harum,
Los Fastidios,
Aswad,
Flamin' Groovies,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Royal Trux,
Liliput,
Scrapy,
Neil Young,
Nico,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Carl Craig,
Mission of Burma,
The Vogues,
Groovy Waters,
Rekid,
Fatback Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Real Kids,
Marine Girls,
Essential Logic,
The Offenders,
Animal Collective,
Funky Four + One,
Bauhaus,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Albert Ayler,
EPMD,
The American Breed,
Blancmange,
Sonic Youth,
The Zeros,
Joe Smooth,
Don Cherry,
The Grass Roots,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Josef K,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.