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 Taiwan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Divine Comedy to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
the Human League,
Gang Green,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Robert Hood,
Robert Wyatt,
Kerri Chandler,
Von Mondo,
Jacques Brel,
Laurel Aitken,
Gichy Dan,
The New Christs,
Soft Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
Second Layer,
Wings,
H. Thieme,
The Beau Brummels,
Michelle Simonal,
Arab on Radar,
The Divine Comedy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Wake,
Zero Boys,
Josef K,
Silicon Teens,
Zapp,
X-Ray Spex,
Sight & Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Darondo,
The Fuzztones,
Skaos,
Essential Logic,
Roxette,
Magma,
Symarip,
Minutemen,
Connie Case,
kango's stein massive,
Radiohead,
Grey Daturas,
Dark Day,
The Dirtbombs,
The Red Krayola,
Oneida,
John Holt,
Piero Umiliani,
Crooked Eye,
Neil Young,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Raincoats,
DJ Sneak,
R.M.O.,
Liliput,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yaz,
Animal Collective,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lebanon Hanover,
Au Pairs,
Colin Newman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.