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 Croatia and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Gong,
Joe Smooth,
Hasil Adkins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stetsasonic,
T. Rex,
Sonic Youth,
Average White Band,
The Techniques,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Porter Ricks,
Marc Almond,
8 Eyed Spy,
B.T. Express,
Cameo,
Harry Pussy,
Eric Dolphy,
Drive Like Jehu,
New York Dolls,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fortunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Maurizio,
Harmonia,
The Invisible,
Jacques Brel,
The Remains,
DJ Style,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aaron Thompson,
Talk Talk,
Fugazi,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
The Star Department,
Black Flag,
Alton Ellis,
The Dead C,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cowsills,
Pussy Galore,
Ultra Naté,
Fela Kuti,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Moon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Simply Red,
Derrick May,
The Litter,
Agitation Free,
Youth Brigade,
Main Source,
Quadrant,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scion,
Crispy Ambulance,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.