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 Turkey and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Seeds to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Beau Brummels,
Deepchord,
The Sound,
Cluster,
Ice-T,
Arab on Radar,
The Neon Judgement,
Barbara Tucker,
Babytalk,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tomorrow,
Bill Wells,
Pole,
Todd Rundgren,
Outsiders,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hashim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Green,
Letta Mbulu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flash Fearless,
Black Flag,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Standells,
Peter & Gordon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Skatalites,
The Stooges,
Malaria!,
Pantaleimon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alice Coltrane,
Second Layer,
the Normal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scion,
UT,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amon Düül II,
Ten City,
Absolute Body Control,
Supertramp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Darondo,
Smog,
Negative Approach,
Mandrill,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Derrick May,
T. Rex,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dirtbombs,
Boz Scaggs,
Sex Pistols,
Scott Walker,
EPMD,
Clear Light,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.