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 Georgia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Banda Bassotti,
The Tremeloes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Los Fastidios,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mummies,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pantytec,
Liliput,
Vladislav Delay,
X-102,
John Cale,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deepchord,
Excepter,
The Real Kids,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Average White Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Hardrive,
Al Stewart,
Peter and Kerry,
The J.B.'s,
Maurizio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grauzone,
John Foxx,
Mission of Burma,
Rekid,
Derrick Morgan,
Spoonie Gee,
Make Up,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kayak,
Panda Bear,
Barclay James Harvest,
Shoche,
E-Dancer,
Schoolly D,
Magma,
Sight & Sound,
Popol Vuh,
The Velvet Underground,
Eden Ahbez,
Simply Red,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pierre Henry,
Fear,
Crooked Eye,
T. Rex,
New Order,
Colin Newman,
Blossom Toes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ponytail,
Sexual Harrassment,
Matthew Halsall,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.