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 Bahamas and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Fortunes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Unrelated Segments,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marmalade,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Sheep,
Scott Walker,
UT,
Zapp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pagans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tom Boy,
In Retrospect,
Sandy B,
Rapeman,
the Slits,
Blossom Toes,
Gong,
The Residents,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Vogues,
Quadrant,
Circle Jerks,
The Techniques,
Joyce Sims,
The Walker Brothers,
Television Personalities,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter & Gordon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fugazi,
Nico,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stereo Dub,
Desert Stars,
Masters at Work,
Monks,
Funkadelic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lower 48,
Altered Images,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Visage,
Sarah Menescal,
The Music Machine,
David Bowie,
Camberwell Now,
Piero Umiliani,
Albert Ayler,
The Fugs,
Althea and Donna,
Bluetip,
Lucky Dragons,
the Human League,
Black Pus,
DJ Sneak,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.