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 Kuwait and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Depeche Mode to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Blancmange,
Wings,
Brass Construction,
Soft Cell,
Adolescents,
Colin Newman,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
Thee Headcoats,
The Monks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Con Funk Shun,
The American Breed,
Eli Mardock,
Angry Samoans,
Easy Going,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Porter Ricks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Leonard Cohen,
Flamin' Groovies,
Young Marble Giants,
Susan Cadogan,
H. Thieme,
Suicide,
Hardrive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Royal Trux,
Davy DMX,
Eric Dolphy,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeff Lynne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Accadde A,
Ponytail,
Index,
Ronnie Foster,
Joy Division,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soft Machine,
Max Romeo,
Lower 48,
Second Layer,
Sight & Sound,
Kas Product,
The Durutti Column,
The Red Krayola,
Marmalade,
Sexual Harrassment,
Graham Central Station,
Fluxion,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sarah Menescal,
Depeche Mode,
Babytalk,
Flipper,
Dual Sessions,
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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.