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 Taiwan and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Minny Pops to the grunge 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All The Fall 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
The Skatalites,
The Red Krayola,
Interpol,
Flipper,
The Cure,
The Tremeloes,
R.M.O.,
Quando Quango,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fear,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
PIL,
Accadde A,
Hashim,
K-Klass,
Don Cherry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sound,
F. McDonald,
Bizarre Inc.,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Altered Images,
Thee Headcoats,
The Human League,
UT,
The Slackers,
Mission of Burma,
Little Man,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stetsasonic,
The Music Machine,
Porter Ricks,
Sex Pistols,
Kaleidoscope,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Evens,
the Slits,
Henry Cow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hasil Adkins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marmalade,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Green,
Half Japanese,
Dual Sessions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Popol Vuh,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Icehouse,
Faraquet,
Outsiders,
Brass Construction,
Gang of Four,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Sherman,
These Immortal Souls,
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.