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 Togo and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Moss Icon to the grunge 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Silicon Teens,
Arab on Radar,
Letta Mbulu,
Grauzone,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aural Exciters,
Ronan,
The American Breed,
The Names,
Henry Cow,
Stereo Dub,
Mantronix,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Byrd,
Vainqueur,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cal Tjader,
Slick Rick,
Yaz,
Japan,
Dawn Penn,
The Happenings,
Matthew Halsall,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Organ,
Crime,
the Germs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sex Pistols,
Funky Four + One,
Bang On A Can,
Oblivians,
Gang of Four,
Lyres,
Negative Approach,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cluster,
Steve Hackett,
The Shadows of Knight,
Angry Samoans,
The Real Kids,
Magma,
Young Marble Giants,
Isaac Hayes,
Joe Smooth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quando Quango,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pussy Galore,
JFA,
Boredoms,
Dark Day,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Association,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radiohead,
The Vogues,
Television,
Chris & Cosey,
Fat Boys,
Nirvana,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.