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 Dominica and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar 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 Robert Wyatt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Agitation Free,
Gichy Dan,
Bob Dylan,
The Birthday Party,
Easy Going,
Talk Talk,
Charles Mingus,
A Certain Ratio,
Lakeside,
E-Dancer,
The Victims,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nils Olav,
Youth Brigade,
David Bowie,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fall,
MDC,
kango's stein massive,
Man Eating Sloth,
CMW,
Con Funk Shun,
Connie Case,
Neil Young,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The American Breed,
The Misunderstood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Martian,
Juan Atkins,
Ronan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Guru Guru,
Rufus Thomas,
The Monochrome Set,
John Lydon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
These Immortal Souls,
Soul II Soul,
Marc Almond,
Monolake,
The Motions,
The Offenders,
Donny Hathaway,
Henry Cow,
Amon Düül,
48th St. Collective,
Alphaville,
Black Bananas,
Joe Finger,
the Slits,
Yazoo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Golliwogs,
Ultravox,
Silicon Teens,
Andrew Hill,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.