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 Lebanon and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the jazz 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
the Normal,
Eurythmics,
Sam Rivers,
Ken Boothe,
Hoover,
Can,
Silicon Teens,
Carl Craig,
Kurtis Blow,
Bluetip,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fugazi,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lakeside,
the Soft Cell,
Prince Buster,
Pantytec,
Cheater Slicks,
Sight & Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aswad,
Arab on Radar,
A Certain Ratio,
John Holt,
Laurel Aitken,
Faraquet,
Shuggie Otis,
Quantec,
Sparks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grauzone,
Dorothy Ashby,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brass Construction,
Television Personalities,
The Motions,
Hardrive,
U.S. Maple,
Susan Cadogan,
Bootsy Collins,
Arthur Verocai,
Zapp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neil Young,
Minutemen,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tears for Fears,
Lalo Schifrin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skriet,
Spandau Ballet,
Faust,
Television,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.