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 Mozambique and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Slave to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
H. Thieme,
The Zeros,
Joensuu 1685,
The Remains,
Arthur Verocai,
Depeche Mode,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fluxion,
This Heat,
The Real Kids,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lungfish,
Arcadia,
the Slits,
Sister Nancy,
Grauzone,
Pierre Henry,
Electric Prunes,
Letta Mbulu,
Neu!,
Junior Murvin,
The Searchers,
the Human League,
The Neon Judgement,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Michelle Simonal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Litter,
Flipper,
The Beau Brummels,
Andrew Hill,
Moby Grape,
La Düsseldorf,
Motorama,
Monks,
Matthew Bourne,
Yaz,
World's Most,
the Swans,
The Barracudas,
Dead Boys,
Zapp,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jimmy McGriff,
Davy DMX,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Morten Harket,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Martian,
Mad Mike,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Music Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Can,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.