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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Excepter to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Erasure,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Maurizio,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Glenn Branca,
The Tremeloes,
Moss Icon,
The Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mummies,
Anakelly,
Lee Hazlewood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Severed Heads,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aloha Tigers,
New Order,
KRS-One,
Fad Gadget,
Flash Fearless,
Alison Limerick,
Altered Images,
Brothers Johnson,
Q and Not U,
Agent Orange,
Graham Central Station,
Minor Threat,
Davy DMX,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Byrd,
The Neon Judgement,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mad Mike,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fortunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moby Grape,
Gabor Szabo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Guru Guru,
Zapp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
June Days,
In Retrospect,
Mr. Review,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Inner City,
Jesper Dahlback,
Swell Maps,
Tomorrow,
Al Stewart,
Harry Pussy,
Sarah Menescal,
Mandrill,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.