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 Venezuela and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Funky Four + One to the funk 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
The Happenings,
Leonard Cohen,
Dual Sessions,
Fad Gadget,
The Motions,
Yaz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Accadde A,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eli Mardock,
The Kinks,
Graham Central Station,
Janne Schatter,
Sonic Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Byron Stingily,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fire Engines,
Youth Brigade,
The Doors,
Wings,
JFA,
Livin' Joy,
Aaron Thompson,
Swans,
Main Source,
The Monochrome Set,
Japan,
the Sonics,
Yusef Lateef,
D'Angelo,
Dennis Brown,
Piero Umiliani,
Hasil Adkins,
Isaac Hayes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Silicon Teens,
Mr. Review,
Kerri Chandler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rosa Yemen,
The Pretty Things,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vainqueur,
Gabor Szabo,
Supertramp,
Tubeway Army,
Zero Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yazoo,
Bad Manners,
Duran Duran,
Mo-Dettes,
R.M.O.,
Aural Exciters,
Ituana,
Marc Almond,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Wake,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.