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 Israel and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Star Department to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Average White Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harry Pussy,
Kerri Chandler,
Mission of Burma,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Television,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lalann,
Sparks,
Country Teasers,
Don Cherry,
Gabor Szabo,
Severed Heads,
Pere Ubu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Echospace,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultravox,
Al Stewart,
Yaz,
Scion,
Steve Hackett,
Donny Hathaway,
Grauzone,
Rufus Thomas,
The Vogues,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rod Modell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hardrive,
Black Sheep,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bad Manners,
Moebius,
Nas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mo-Dettes,
Drexciya,
The Remains,
The Seeds,
Trumans Water,
Camouflage,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joensuu 1685,
the Bar-Kays,
Main Source,
L. Decosne,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Association,
Los Fastidios,
Rosa Yemen,
The Star Department,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Starr,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Swans,
The Red Krayola,
Matthew Halsall,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.