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 Nicaragua and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Freddie Wadling to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Can,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Coltrane,
Suburban Knight,
Little Man,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Happenings,
Maurizio,
The Golliwogs,
Junior Murvin,
The Misunderstood,
LL Cool J,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roxy Music,
Shoche,
The Seeds,
Depeche Mode,
Charles Mingus,
Chrome,
Barrington Levy,
Glenn Branca,
Sparks,
Brand Nubian,
Technova,
The Moody Blues,
The Litter,
Leonard Cohen,
Camouflage,
The United States of America,
Sister Nancy,
Hashim,
Peter and Kerry,
Soul II Soul,
Adolescents,
Piero Umiliani,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Subhumans,
The Monochrome Set,
Television Personalities,
Donny Hathaway,
Dual Sessions,
June Days,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Excepter,
Lou Christie,
Sam Rivers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Young Marble Giants,
The Real Kids,
Aloha Tigers,
The Vogues,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moss Icon,
Slick Rick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Index,
a-ha,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.