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 Solomon Islands and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe 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 Soulsonic Force to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Roy Ayers,
Camberwell Now,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gories,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Monolake,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
Public Enemy,
Suicide,
Quantec,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sister Nancy,
Au Pairs,
June Days,
The Toasters,
Talk Talk,
Smog,
Donald Byrd,
Alphaville,
Don Cherry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crash Course in Science,
The Blackbyrds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Simply Red,
Wally Richardson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Patti Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Residents,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Kinks,
MDC,
Suburban Knight,
The Gun Club,
Malaria!,
Zapp,
Jandek,
Royal Trux,
Aloha Tigers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oblivians,
Clear Light,
Boz Scaggs,
OOIOO,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Buzzcocks,
The Beau Brummels,
In Retrospect,
H. Thieme,
kango's stein massive,
Massinfluence,
Underground Resistance,
Vainqueur,
Joe Smooth,
Lower 48,
China Crisis,
Freddie Wadling,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.