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 Kosovo and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 John Foxx 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Starr,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joe Finger,
Grauzone,
John Lydon,
Slave,
Stereo Dub,
Masters at Work,
Intrusion,
The Dead C,
Talk Talk,
Harry Pussy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Evens,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Toni Rubio,
Warsaw,
This Heat,
Soulsonic Force,
Gerry Rafferty,
Can,
Connie Case,
Glenn Branca,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
L. Decosne,
Henry Cow,
Black Moon,
Don Cherry,
Darondo,
Rekid,
Gang Green,
Interpol,
The Golliwogs,
The Slackers,
Guru Guru,
U.S. Maple,
Jesper Dahlback,
Duran Duran,
Albert Ayler,
EPMD,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
James White and The Blacks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Juan Atkins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sam Rivers,
Minnie Riperton,
Lyres,
Fugazi,
Lakeside,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tears for Fears,
Matthew Halsall,
Ken Boothe,
Terry Callier,
PIL,
The Durutti Column,
Nils Olav,
The Divine Comedy,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.