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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
F. McDonald,
The Golliwogs,
The Count Five,
The Mummies,
Bauhaus,
CMW,
Shoche,
Junior Murvin,
Rekid,
Howard Jones,
Y Pants,
Second Layer,
Minor Threat,
the Association,
The Litter,
Alice Coltrane,
Liliput,
Spoonie Gee,
Arthur Verocai,
the Swans,
Popol Vuh,
Drexciya,
Shuggie Otis,
Susan Cadogan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Funkadelic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Royal Trux,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terry Callier,
Al Stewart,
Visage,
The Happenings,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Evens,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Don Cherry,
Dead Boys,
Pantytec,
Mark Hollis,
Japan,
Crime,
Sun City Girls,
One Last Wish,
Sex Pistols,
Sister Nancy,
Procol Harum,
Robert Görl,
Fugazi,
The Black Dice,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kayak,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sound,
Zero Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bronski Beat,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.