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 Brunei and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Angels of Light to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Flipper,
Bad Manners,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pantytec,
Yaz,
Fad Gadget,
Eurythmics,
Patti Smith,
The Music Machine,
The Victims,
Soft Machine,
Blancmange,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Standells,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moss Icon,
The Misunderstood,
Ronnie Foster,
T.S.O.L.,
Minnie Riperton,
Marine Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Knickerbockers,
Eve St. Jones,
Toni Rubio,
Donald Byrd,
Buzzcocks,
Charles Mingus,
Masters at Work,
Soulsonic Force,
Judy Mowatt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fear,
Agitation Free,
Sister Nancy,
The Techniques,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arthur Verocai,
Thee Headcoats,
Bob Dylan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
Supertramp,
Joe Finger,
Amazonics,
Boredoms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
MDC,
Throbbing Gristle,
Procol Harum,
PIL,
Todd Rundgren,
Howard Jones,
The Neon Judgement,
Marvin Gaye,
Electric Prunes,
the Sonics,
The Fall,
the Association,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minor Threat,
The Real Kids,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.