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 Colombia and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Bauhaus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neil Young,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Khruangbin,
The Victims,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eli Mardock,
48th St. Collective,
Glenn Branca,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Intrusion,
The Walker Brothers,
The Skatalites,
cv313,
The Stooges,
Lakeside,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Theoretical Girls,
New Order,
Jandek,
The Techniques,
Sister Nancy,
One Last Wish,
The Buckinghams,
The Grass Roots,
The Litter,
Robert Görl,
Al Stewart,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rites of Spring,
Country Teasers,
Television Personalities,
Barclay James Harvest,
A Certain Ratio,
The Toasters,
Wasted Youth,
the Slits,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wally Richardson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ornette Coleman,
Cluster,
Avey Tare,
Yaz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Althea and Donna,
Mo-Dettes,
UT,
AZ,
The Evens,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brand Nubian,
Simply Red,
DJ Style,
The Knickerbockers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.