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 Antigua and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ultravox to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Babytalk,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed,
The Gap Band,
Rosa Yemen,
John Foxx,
Little Man,
Terry Callier,
UT,
Model 500,
John Holt,
Peter and Kerry,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fuzztones,
Lakeside,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bluetip,
Index,
Icehouse,
Quando Quango,
Slave,
In Retrospect,
R.M.O.,
Lindisfarne,
Matthew Bourne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
La Düsseldorf,
Saccharine Trust,
Mission of Burma,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joyce Sims,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Goldenarms,
Los Fastidios,
The Young Rascals,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare,
The Beau Brummels,
Toni Rubio,
The Fortunes,
Jacques Brel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Iggy Pop,
New York Dolls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Loose Ends,
Clear Light,
Sound Behaviour,
Cluster,
Alison Limerick,
Quadrant,
Barbara Tucker,
Donny Hathaway,
Blake Baxter,
Easy Going,
Brothers Johnson,
the Swans,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.