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 Thailand and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Robert Hood to the electroclash 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and an oboe 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 marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fela Kuti,
Barclay James Harvest,
Metal Thangz,
Bill Wells,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Martian,
The J.B.'s,
Fad Gadget,
Organ,
The Litter,
Cecil Taylor,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
L. Decosne,
Procol Harum,
Black Moon,
Depeche Mode,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mad Mike,
John Holt,
DNA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Loose Ends,
Man Parrish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deadbeat,
Aaron Thompson,
Lalo Schifrin,
June of 44,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Iggy Pop,
OOIOO,
Nils Olav,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Remains,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Basic Channel,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Motions,
Yazoo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soul Sonic Force,
Susan Cadogan,
Symarip,
Visage,
Gregory Isaacs,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Average White Band,
Byron Stingily,
Eurythmics,
World's Most,
Alice Coltrane,
Mantronix,
Grey Daturas,
the Germs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dorothy Ashby,
Michelle Simonal,
James White and The Blacks,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.