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 Philippines and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 The Dave Clark Five to the jazz 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Bauhaus,
Andrew Hill,
The Happenings,
10cc,
Sight & Sound,
Rekid,
Gabor Szabo,
Excepter,
Harmonia,
Josef K,
The Sonics,
Sound Behaviour,
Pussy Galore,
Neu!,
Blossom Toes,
Livin' Joy,
In Retrospect,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jesper Dahlback,
LL Cool J,
Ten City,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dirtbombs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Echospace,
Hashim,
MDC,
Q65,
Erasure,
Darondo,
Donny Hathaway,
Minnie Riperton,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alison Limerick,
Yaz,
Eurythmics,
Lakeside,
Cal Tjader,
Severed Heads,
H. Thieme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Los Fastidios,
The Detroit Cobras,
Albert Ayler,
Niagra,
Blake Baxter,
Aural Exciters,
K-Klass,
Minutemen,
The Gun Club,
Babytalk,
Delon & Dalcan,
DNA,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Faust,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soul II Soul,
Pierre Henry,
Wire,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.