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 Kiribati and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Terry Callier to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams 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?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Graham Central Station,
Negative Approach,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alice Coltrane,
Section 25,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Human League,
A Certain Ratio,
Goldenarms,
Throbbing Gristle,
Severed Heads,
The United States of America,
Jerry's Kids,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arcadia,
Tommy Roe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brick,
Carl Craig,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dirtbombs,
John Cale,
Black Flag,
Rosa Yemen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bizarre Inc.,
Max Romeo,
The Zeros,
10cc,
Soul Sonic Force,
Andrew Hill,
Roxy Music,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Victims,
Archie Shepp,
Leonard Cohen,
Letta Mbulu,
Lungfish,
Pussy Galore,
Magma,
B.T. Express,
Excepter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lucky Dragons,
New York Dolls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Wyatt,
Newcleus,
Accadde A,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Zero Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bob Dylan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang of Four,
Nation of Ulysses,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.