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 Cameroon and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the punk 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Joy Division,
Leonard Cohen,
Scan 7,
Mandrill,
Altered Images,
Average White Band,
Monolake,
Arcadia,
Quantec,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jawbox,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Victims,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Hood,
Roger Hodgson,
Minor Threat,
H. Thieme,
The Misunderstood,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Modern Lovers,
Glenn Branca,
Peter and Kerry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amon Düül,
The Techniques,
X-101,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rhythm & Sound,
New Age Steppers,
D'Angelo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grey Daturas,
Derrick May,
Animal Collective,
48th St. Collective,
Roxy Music,
Rufus Thomas,
the Association,
Lower 48,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Albert Ayler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moss Icon,
Bush Tetras,
Judy Mowatt,
Wings,
Lightning Bolt,
Amon Düül II,
Al Stewart,
The Martian,
Organ,
The Evens,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
A Certain Ratio,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeff Mills,
Boredoms,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.