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 Netherlands and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro 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 Lalo Schifrin to the electroclash 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Scan 7,
cv313,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bauhaus,
Donny Hathaway,
The Residents,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Clear Light,
The Beau Brummels,
Funkadelic,
The Grass Roots,
The Motions,
Metal Thangz,
Flipper,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skaos,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sandy B,
Angry Samoans,
La Düsseldorf,
Sugar Minott,
The Music Machine,
Mandrill,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cybotron,
B.T. Express,
The Gladiators,
The Saints,
Stetsasonic,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Leaves,
Wasted Youth,
JFA,
Anakelly,
June of 44,
Mantronix,
Bluetip,
Hasil Adkins,
Los Fastidios,
Quantec,
Adolescents,
The Pretty Things,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cymande,
T. Rex,
Reuben Wilson,
Althea and Donna,
Arthur Verocai,
Youth Brigade,
John Cale,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rakim,
Index,
Can,
Dead Boys,
Bill Near,
Steve Hackett,
Joy Division,
Kool Moe Dee,
Funky Four + One,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.