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 Iraq and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gong to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ronan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aswad,
Niagra,
Television Personalities,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tomorrow,
Cymande,
The Beau Brummels,
Joensuu 1685,
Scrapy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chris Corsano,
Nik Kershaw,
New York Dolls,
Sound Behaviour,
Skaos,
Al Stewart,
Jeff Lynne,
Eli Mardock,
Juan Atkins,
The Star Department,
Ralphi Rosario,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ken Boothe,
Deadbeat,
Soft Machine,
Boredoms,
Dead Boys,
One Last Wish,
Fat Boys,
Aural Exciters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wasted Youth,
Royal Trux,
Monks,
The Flesh Eaters,
World's Most,
Jimmy McGriff,
Popol Vuh,
R.M.O.,
Chrome,
Lucky Dragons,
T. Rex,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Offenders,
Make Up,
Althea and Donna,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Sherman,
Colin Newman,
the Swans,
Massinfluence,
Duran Duran,
Marc Almond,
Moss Icon,
Marvin Gaye,
Dennis Brown,
Gichy Dan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.