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 Marshall Islands and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Johnny Clarke to the funk 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
The Gun Club,
Pussy Galore,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DJ Style,
Lyres,
Severed Heads,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Stooges,
Al Stewart,
Aloha Tigers,
UT,
Dawn Penn,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neil Young,
Harmonia,
Skaos,
Index,
Marcia Griffiths,
In Retrospect,
Arcadia,
Bizarre Inc.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeff Lynne,
Pere Ubu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The United States of America,
Goldenarms,
The Sonics,
Popol Vuh,
CMW,
Schoolly D,
Suicide,
Sparks,
The Victims,
Television Personalities,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Negative Approach,
Animal Collective,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tim Buckley,
The Wake,
H. Thieme,
Letta Mbulu,
Dennis Brown,
Derrick May,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eve St. Jones,
Aaron Thompson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Christie,
Nick Fraelich,
Vladislav Delay,
Henry Cow,
Dave Gahan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cure,
Lakeside,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.