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 Liechtenstein and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the grime 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Neil Young,
Das Ding,
Moss Icon,
Archie Shepp,
Iggy Pop,
The Moleskins,
Faraquet,
World's Most,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nils Olav,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Unrelated Segments,
Crispy Ambulance,
Silicon Teens,
Cybotron,
Cameo,
The Residents,
Tres Demented,
Robert Görl,
Man Parrish,
Nirvana,
The New Christs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Divine Comedy,
Absolute Body Control,
Echospace,
Reagan Youth,
Roxette,
Hoover,
Royal Trux,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Malaria!,
E-Dancer,
Faust,
The American Breed,
Jerry's Kids,
MC5,
Symarip,
Danielle Patucci,
Nick Fraelich,
Fat Boys,
Motorama,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Star Department,
the Swans,
the Soft Cell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Barracudas,
Juan Atkins,
Grey Daturas,
Yellowson,
Gang of Four,
Moebius,
New York Dolls,
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bad Manners,
Average White Band,
Zero Boys,
CMW,
The Raincoats,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.