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 United Kingdom and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 In Retrospect to the disco 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gap Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Inner City,
Iggy Pop,
The Fortunes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stereo Dub,
The Slits,
DJ Style,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ken Boothe,
Crooked Eye,
Sun Ra,
Rufus Thomas,
The Grass Roots,
Skaos,
One Last Wish,
The Invisible,
The United States of America,
Roger Hodgson,
Jacques Brel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amazonics,
Underground Resistance,
Lightning Bolt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harry Pussy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Big Daddy Kane,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Count Five,
Graham Central Station,
The J.B.'s,
The Leaves,
Depeche Mode,
Ponytail,
Kayak,
Shoche,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flipper,
Johnny Osbourne,
Heaven 17,
Leonard Cohen,
Ronnie Foster,
Agent Orange,
The Techniques,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bob Dylan,
MC5,
Fear,
Archie Shepp,
Minnie Riperton,
Eli Mardock,
Magma,
The Knickerbockers,
Zero Boys,
Masters at Work,
Minny Pops,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.