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 Sweden and from New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 The Barracudas to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oblivians,
The Mummies,
Robert Hood,
The Misunderstood,
The Wake,
Funkadelic,
Sixth Finger,
The Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Porter Ricks,
The Five Americans,
Can,
the Sonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sexual Harrassment,
The Standells,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Pus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Wyatt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Q65,
Pantaleimon,
Masters at Work,
Altered Images,
The Dead C,
Johnny Osbourne,
Banda Bassotti,
Steve Hackett,
Rotary Connection,
Flamin' Groovies,
Das Ding,
Eric Dolphy,
Bauhaus,
The Beau Brummels,
Tom Boy,
The Birthday Party,
Surgeon,
Visage,
Freddie Wadling,
Don Cherry,
Soul II Soul,
The Evens,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Throbbing Gristle,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fortunes,
Livin' Joy,
The Golliwogs,
FM Einheit,
Schoolly D,
The Monochrome Set,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Lydon,
Subhumans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.