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 United States and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Lower 48 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marvin Gaye,
Skarface,
Magma,
Man Parrish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Agitation Free,
The New Christs,
Nils Olav,
Gang Green,
Gichy Dan,
Bob Dylan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vladislav Delay,
Sandy B,
Television,
The Mojo Men,
Terrestrial Tones,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sun City Girls,
Unwound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Junior Murvin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Godley & Creme,
Laurel Aitken,
The Durutti Column,
Boz Scaggs,
Lindisfarne,
Bill Wells,
Pole,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Saccharine Trust,
DJ Style,
Glenn Branca,
Fat Boys,
The Remains,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tim Buckley,
June of 44,
The Shadows of Knight,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Outsiders,
Porter Ricks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Flash Fearless,
Fela Kuti,
Jacob Miller,
Mo-Dettes,
Cybotron,
The Fall,
Lightning Bolt,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dead C,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang of Four,
Bizarre Inc.,
Malaria!,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.