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 South Sudan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Colin Newman to the grime 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Agent Orange,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Coltrane,
The Pretty Things,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Sherman,
The Divine Comedy,
the Normal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Neon Judgement,
Agitation Free,
Yusef Lateef,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric Copeland,
Lower 48,
Blake Baxter,
X-102,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
Silicon Teens,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pantytec,
The Gun Club,
Junior Murvin,
Ice-T,
Minnie Riperton,
Slick Rick,
Quadrant,
Faust,
Lalann,
Young Marble Giants,
Mark Hollis,
Camberwell Now,
The Shadows of Knight,
Anakelly,
The Tremeloes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rosa Yemen,
Television,
Model 500,
Grauzone,
Motorama,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hardrive,
The Dead C,
Scion,
10cc,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minor Threat,
Youth Brigade,
Maleditus Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Quantec,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Christie,
Girls At Our Best!,
DNA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.