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 Mali and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Crash Course in Science to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mission of Burma,
Swans,
Vainqueur,
The Blues Magoos,
Yusef Lateef,
Jawbox,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Shuggie Otis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blancmange,
Lalann,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rod Modell,
Amon Düül II,
Symarip,
The Litter,
The Gap Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Tremeloes,
The Martian,
The Cramps,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Anakelly,
Soulsonic Force,
Soul Sonic Force,
CMW,
Black Moon,
The Fortunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
China Crisis,
Hoover,
Metal Thangz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Graham Central Station,
the Sonics,
The New Christs,
Jeff Lynne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marmalade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mojo Men,
Heaven 17,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rekid,
Excepter,
Barrington Levy,
Infiniti,
Colin Newman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jandek,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joe Finger,
Easy Going,
Los Fastidios,
Lucky Dragons,
Goldenarms,
Michelle Simonal,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.