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 Vietnam and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Bill Wells to the punk 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arcadia,
Jesper Dahlback,
Silicon Teens,
Niagra,
Section 25,
Marmalade,
Joe Smooth,
The Pretty Things,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Massinfluence,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yusef Lateef,
Average White Band,
In Retrospect,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dirtbombs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Barracudas,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultra Naté,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Cale,
Donny Hathaway,
John Foxx,
Ponytail,
Babytalk,
Whodini,
Metal Thangz,
Audionom,
Das Ding,
Tim Buckley,
Lindisfarne,
Eric Copeland,
Darondo,
Scientists,
Robert Wyatt,
Franke,
T. Rex,
Model 500,
Swell Maps,
Banda Bassotti,
The Doors,
The Wake,
Sight & Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bluetip,
Barbara Tucker,
Delon & Dalcan,
Man Parrish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Divine Comedy,
the Human League,
Depeche Mode,
Don Cherry,
Shoche,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.