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 Greece and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Ultra Naté to the grunge 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Lou Reed,
Zapp,
Rites of Spring,
Nico,
The Standells,
Kenny Larkin,
The Durutti Column,
Joensuu 1685,
Main Source,
Lucky Dragons,
Pussy Galore,
Public Image Ltd.,
10cc,
Kool Moe Dee,
Television Personalities,
Don Cherry,
Kaleidoscope,
Bill Wells,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Starr,
Crime,
Bronski Beat,
Brass Construction,
The Gun Club,
The Velvet Underground,
Procol Harum,
Youth Brigade,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chris Corsano,
Sister Nancy,
PIL,
Camouflage,
Steve Hackett,
Television,
The Cure,
The Trojans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Los Fastidios,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ludus,
Marc Almond,
R.M.O.,
Ituana,
Kerri Chandler,
Pulsallama,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pierre Henry,
Babytalk,
The J.B.'s,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hasil Adkins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Magazine,
Mo-Dettes,
UT,
Mission of Burma,
Marcia Griffiths,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.