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 Djibouti and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Banda Bassotti to the jazz 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Section 25,
Wally Richardson,
Sandy B,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Motions,
Johnny Clarke,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pantaleimon,
Buzzcocks,
Funky Four + One,
The Fall,
Eric Dolphy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Au Pairs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter & Gordon,
Sound Behaviour,
Scrapy,
Jeff Mills,
Howard Jones,
the Bar-Kays,
The Selecter,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Victims,
Banda Bassotti,
Ornette Coleman,
Trumans Water,
Adolescents,
Robert Hood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Funkadelic,
Mo-Dettes,
The Evens,
The Monochrome Set,
David Bowie,
Brass Construction,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joyce Sims,
Q and Not U,
Erasure,
Ossler,
Kerri Chandler,
Carl Craig,
Al Stewart,
Freddie Wadling,
Moby Grape,
Derrick May,
JFA,
Little Man,
Siglo XX,
Sun City Girls,
Black Flag,
The Fire Engines,
Pierre Henry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Seeds,
Saccharine Trust,
Pylon,
Tears for Fears,
Loose Ends,
DNA,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.