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 Dominican Republic and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sound Behaviour to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yazoo,
Outsiders,
The Monks,
Minny Pops,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radiohead,
Bronski Beat,
Rufus Thomas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Don Cherry,
Wings,
JFA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Holt,
The Fall,
Amon Düül,
The Misunderstood,
Fad Gadget,
Quadrant,
Soft Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gerry Rafferty,
Josef K,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lower 48,
Reuben Wilson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dead Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Lebanon Hanover,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Swans,
Scientists,
Surgeon,
Japan,
The Mojo Men,
Joyce Sims,
Tom Boy,
Niagra,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cowsills,
Max Romeo,
Iggy Pop,
Terrestrial Tones,
Anthony Braxton,
Scrapy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Blake Baxter,
Kurtis Blow,
The Move,
The Black Dice,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wasted Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
Scion,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Smoke,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.