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 Japan and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 John Foxx to the jazz 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tubeway Army,
Pantaleimon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wings,
Lou Reed,
Circle Jerks,
Amon Düül,
Television Personalities,
Procol Harum,
Pagans,
The Zeros,
Warren Ellis,
Public Enemy,
Jesper Dahlback,
One Last Wish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Von Mondo,
OOIOO,
Pharoah Sanders,
Steve Hackett,
The J.B.'s,
Mandrill,
Isaac Hayes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hoover,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Sheep,
Thompson Twins,
Suicide,
Lungfish,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Human League,
The Angels of Light,
Eve St. Jones,
Flipper,
Infiniti,
Joe Finger,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thee Headcoats,
Soft Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Byrd,
The Smiths,
Massinfluence,
Cybotron,
Flash Fearless,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Young Rascals,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Severed Heads,
Sparks,
The Kinks,
John Lydon,
Harmonia,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.