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 Angola and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Basic Channel to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
La Düsseldorf,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-102,
Colin Newman,
EPMD,
Donald Byrd,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Trojans,
Kayak,
Rakim,
Laurel Aitken,
Moss Icon,
John Lydon,
Max Romeo,
Skarface,
Dead Boys,
Joe Finger,
Icehouse,
Yellowson,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Excepter,
Sugar Minott,
Suburban Knight,
Nirvana,
Fugazi,
Funky Four + One,
10cc,
Brass Construction,
Suicide,
Crime,
Swell Maps,
The Kinks,
Black Bananas,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Modern Lovers,
Don Cherry,
Minor Threat,
New Age Steppers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Saints,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fuzztones,
Deakin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Symarip,
The Busters,
The Golliwogs,
Liliput,
Faust,
H. Thieme,
The Cowsills,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.