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 Sri Lanka and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Sandy B to the disco 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
T.S.O.L.,
Joyce Sims,
Nils Olav,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mummies,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric Copeland,
Yaz,
Cal Tjader,
Andrew Hill,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kaleidoscope,
David McCallum,
Bobby Byrd,
Dorothy Ashby,
EPMD,
Adolescents,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ornette Coleman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ken Boothe,
John Lydon,
Scientists,
ABC,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chris Corsano,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Young Rascals,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Susan Cadogan,
Terry Callier,
Gichy Dan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dead C,
The Trojans,
The Zeros,
Neil Young,
Danielle Patucci,
Accadde A,
Jandek,
New York Dolls,
Warren Ellis,
Neu!,
The Dirtbombs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ralphi Rosario,
Guru Guru,
The Blackbyrds,
Marmalade,
Wolf Eyes,
Wings,
Tim Buckley,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eurythmics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amazonics,
Amon Düül II,
The Litter,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.