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 Belize and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Barracudas to the grime 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange 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?
Theoretical Girls,
F. McDonald,
H. Thieme,
Robert Görl,
Boz Scaggs,
Joe Smooth,
Todd Rundgren,
Dual Sessions,
Franke,
Talk Talk,
Alice Coltrane,
Bob Dylan,
Deepchord,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Isaac Hayes,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Womack,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Blues Magoos,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Smiths,
DJ Sneak,
Von Mondo,
The Moody Blues,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Colin Newman,
Trumans Water,
Roxy Music,
Sam Rivers,
Interpol,
Q65,
Banda Bassotti,
The American Breed,
Steve Hackett,
MDC,
Dennis Brown,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Television Personalities,
Royal Trux,
John Lydon,
the Sonics,
Average White Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Flag,
Sparks,
In Retrospect,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Funkadelic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gladiators,
Ultravox,
The Searchers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.