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 Indonesia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Rites of Spring to the grunge 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Q and Not U,
Mo-Dettes,
Cameo,
Ituana,
John Holt,
Porter Ricks,
Infiniti,
The Moleskins,
Junior Murvin,
Judy Mowatt,
Rosa Yemen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang of Four,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
Q65,
Procol Harum,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cure,
Boogie Down Productions,
Malaria!,
The Evens,
The Neon Judgement,
Eddi Front,
Wally Richardson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DJ Style,
The Cowsills,
Sun Ra,
Skaos,
Scott Walker,
Urselle,
Gregory Isaacs,
Clear Light,
Kenny Larkin,
Outsiders,
The Star Department,
David Axelrod,
The Vogues,
Tubeway Army,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sixth Finger,
Main Source,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camouflage,
KRS-One,
Kevin Saunderson,
Young Marble Giants,
Quando Quango,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-101,
DJ Sneak,
New York Dolls,
One Last Wish,
Nirvana,
Tres Demented,
The Monks,
Darondo,
Robert Wyatt,
Tim Buckley,
Letta Mbulu,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.