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 Equatorial Guinea and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Anakelly to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
The Cowsills,
The Motions,
Banda Bassotti,
Albert Ayler,
Qualms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Symarip,
The Standells,
Country Teasers,
Soulsonic Force,
Zapp,
Bizarre Inc.,
Iggy Pop,
The Grass Roots,
Wolf Eyes,
Soft Machine,
The Pretty Things,
The Misunderstood,
Jeff Lynne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
U.S. Maple,
Oneida,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wally Richardson,
The Fugs,
Q and Not U,
The Martian,
Monolake,
Aloha Tigers,
Deepchord,
Fear,
Intrusion,
Carl Craig,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boredoms,
Scrapy,
Barry Ungar,
Alphaville,
New Age Steppers,
Grey Daturas,
Model 500,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cluster,
Prince Buster,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Divine Comedy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yazoo,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cure,
The Victims,
Dave Gahan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Glenn Branca,
DJ Sneak,
K-Klass,
David Bowie,
Judy Mowatt,
ABBA,
Little Man,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.