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 Tajikistan and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin 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 Television Personalities to the rap 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
D'Angelo,
Second Layer,
Black Moon,
The Moody Blues,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Clear Light,
Mandrill,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cure,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Unwound,
The Golliwogs,
David Bowie,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Sonics,
Con Funk Shun,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Flesh Eaters,
Henry Cow,
Pole,
the Germs,
The Walker Brothers,
Nas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fad Gadget,
Glenn Branca,
Don Cherry,
The Neon Judgement,
Colin Newman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pylon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rakim,
The Slits,
The Smiths,
Severed Heads,
Donald Byrd,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Charles Mingus,
Das Ding,
Faust,
The Wake,
Flipper,
Matthew Bourne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Supertramp,
Joyce Sims,
Ludus,
John Holt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lightning Bolt,
Talk Talk,
Faraquet,
Marmalade,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.