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 Moldova and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
MC5,
Warren Ellis,
Jacques Brel,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gun Club,
Max Romeo,
Funkadelic,
The Beau Brummels,
Duran Duran,
Sun Ra,
Ken Boothe,
The Raincoats,
Tomorrow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Shuggie Otis,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter and Kerry,
Bronski Beat,
Rod Modell,
China Crisis,
The Modern Lovers,
Radiohead,
Unrelated Segments,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Metal Thangz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
F. McDonald,
Sparks,
The Move,
Donny Hathaway,
Bob Dylan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tres Demented,
Neil Young,
10cc,
Reuben Wilson,
Accadde A,
Audionom,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bootsy Collins,
Cameo,
Gabor Szabo,
Janne Schatter,
Essential Logic,
Ultravox,
Second Layer,
Wire,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sister Nancy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Reagan Youth,
The Leaves,
Liliput,
Los Fastidios,
Ossler,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.