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 United States and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Procol Harum to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Marine Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Los Fastidios,
The Fugs,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare,
Sister Nancy,
Main Source,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joy Division,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Henry Cow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Flag,
Country Teasers,
The Cure,
Metal Thangz,
CMW,
Japan,
Skarface,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeff Mills,
Agent Orange,
Michelle Simonal,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Happenings,
Sight & Sound,
The Techniques,
Black Bananas,
Rosa Yemen,
The Evens,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crash Course in Science,
Patti Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
Ronan,
The Red Krayola,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Livin' Joy,
Blake Baxter,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gap Band,
Joe Smooth,
Shuggie Otis,
Matthew Bourne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Curtis Mayfield,
H. Thieme,
The Residents,
Moebius,
Subhumans,
Q65,
Tears for Fears,
U.S. Maple,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sandy B,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.