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 Comoros and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Neil Young to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Television Personalities,
Country Teasers,
F. McDonald,
Soft Machine,
Supertramp,
The Durutti Column,
Main Source,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Malaria!,
Quadrant,
OOIOO,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joensuu 1685,
The Monochrome Set,
Patti Smith,
Suburban Knight,
The Monks,
Neu!,
Janne Schatter,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Foxx,
Colin Newman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Little Man,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dual Sessions,
Roxy Music,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minutemen,
Tim Buckley,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scan 7,
Nico,
Quando Quango,
Negative Approach,
Moby Grape,
Roy Ayers,
Steve Hackett,
Cybotron,
Make Up,
Wire,
L. Decosne,
Popol Vuh,
Iggy Pop,
Stockholm Monsters,
EPMD,
K-Klass,
Kurtis Blow,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter and Kerry,
Crash Course in Science,
Urselle,
Scientists,
Symarip,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moebius,
Ronnie Foster,
Trumans Water,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Count Five,
Agitation Free,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.