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 Micronesia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Kerrie Biddell to the grime 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Colin Newman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
La Düsseldorf,
The Associates,
the Swans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marvin Gaye,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Outsiders,
Black Flag,
Pole,
Albert Ayler,
Junior Murvin,
Mark Hollis,
Delta 5,
Ronnie Foster,
Joe Smooth,
New Age Steppers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Negative Approach,
Black Bananas,
Bush Tetras,
The Pretty Things,
Susan Cadogan,
Sexual Harrassment,
ABC,
Piero Umiliani,
Aloha Tigers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Starr,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-Ray Spex,
Pussy Galore,
Loose Ends,
The Knickerbockers,
Kerri Chandler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sam Rivers,
Masters at Work,
Man Parrish,
Darondo,
Thompson Twins,
The Birthday Party,
Magma,
Dead Boys,
Funky Four + One,
New Order,
Magazine,
Mandrill,
Eve St. Jones,
The Tremeloes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roger Hodgson,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Buckinghams,
Japan,
Ponytail,
The Martian,
Lower 48,
Youth Brigade,
Au Pairs,
Procol Harum,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.