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 Israel and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 X-101 to the disco 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Los Fastidios,
The Smiths,
The Red Krayola,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wire,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Erasure,
B.T. Express,
The Zeros,
Thompson Twins,
Ponytail,
the Soft Cell,
Aswad,
China Crisis,
Lou Christie,
Soul II Soul,
Eve St. Jones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nico,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Walker Brothers,
Derrick May,
Yaz,
The Misunderstood,
Skaos,
Ken Boothe,
Mission of Burma,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Happenings,
Maurizio,
The Dirtbombs,
OOIOO,
Tubeway Army,
Jawbox,
Marmalade,
This Heat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vainqueur,
The United States of America,
The Black Dice,
Malaria!,
Soft Cell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Morten Harket,
The Toasters,
Scratch Acid,
The Durutti Column,
The Mojo Men,
Peter and Kerry,
Mantronix,
Goldenarms,
Panda Bear,
The Skatalites,
Hot Snakes,
The Motions,
Gichy Dan,
The Remains,
Laurel Aitken,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.