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 Nepal and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Supertramp to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pulsallama,
Tom Boy,
Minor Threat,
Flipper,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Judy Mowatt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moby Grape,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ituana,
X-102,
FM Einheit,
ABBA,
Piero Umiliani,
Charles Mingus,
Suburban Knight,
Procol Harum,
Mars,
Eddi Front,
Jimmy McGriff,
ABC,
Black Bananas,
Carl Craig,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Excepter,
the Human League,
Albert Ayler,
Bad Manners,
The Smiths,
Wolf Eyes,
Skriet,
Groovy Waters,
The Skatalites,
Khruangbin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Anakelly,
Brick,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobby Womack,
Ornette Coleman,
Graham Central Station,
MC5,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David Axelrod,
Saccharine Trust,
In Retrospect,
Siglo XX,
Lungfish,
Connie Case,
Joe Smooth,
the Normal,
kango's stein massive,
Dark Day,
The Monochrome Set,
Banda Bassotti,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.