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 Australia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Crispy Ambulance to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Steve Hackett,
Andrew Hill,
Von Mondo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tres Demented,
Niagra,
Josef K,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott Heron,
Maleditus Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Quantec,
Lou Christie,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed,
the Swans,
Danielle Patucci,
Roxette,
Jimmy McGriff,
Panda Bear,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Starr,
Buzzcocks,
Sight & Sound,
Q and Not U,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Babytalk,
Bad Manners,
Freddie Wadling,
Rotary Connection,
Flash Fearless,
The Invisible,
The Leaves,
The Wake,
Minutemen,
Funky Four + One,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Sheep,
Public Enemy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joy Division,
Tom Boy,
Harmonia,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ronnie Foster,
The Smiths,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
This Heat,
The Real Kids,
Outsiders,
T.S.O.L.,
kango's stein massive,
Charles Mingus,
Unrelated Segments,
Sex Pistols,
The Durutti Column,
Gerry Rafferty,
Section 25,
Royal Trux,
Lalann,
Second Layer,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.