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 Cambodia and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Prince Buster to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Funky Four + One,
U.S. Maple,
The Seeds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Janne Schatter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Swans,
The Fall,
The Sonics,
Scott Walker,
Wings,
Joensuu 1685,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Saints,
Audionom,
Prince Buster,
Porter Ricks,
Dawn Penn,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Section 25,
Max Romeo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
OOIOO,
It's A Beautiful Day,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chrome,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultimate Spinach,
Depeche Mode,
John Foxx,
Basic Channel,
Yusef Lateef,
Derrick May,
The Red Krayola,
Radiohead,
David McCallum,
James White and The Blacks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vladislav Delay,
Tears for Fears,
Severed Heads,
The Cure,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Spoonie Gee,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ohio Players,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dennis Brown,
Swell Maps,
Michelle Simonal,
The Index,
Theoretical Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Birthday Party,
10cc,
EPMD,
Sonic Youth,
Malaria!,
Angry Samoans,
The Smiths,
Joe Smooth,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.