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 Mexico and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin 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 the Normal to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Alison Limerick,
Cecil Taylor,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alice Coltrane,
Sister Nancy,
UT,
Alphaville,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crime,
The Invisible,
Outsiders,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Patti Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
Zapp,
The Motions,
Bad Manners,
Soul Sonic Force,
Babytalk,
The Fuzztones,
Average White Band,
Toni Rubio,
Kaleidoscope,
Electric Light Orchestra,
F. McDonald,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mojo Men,
Soft Machine,
Agitation Free,
Lou Christie,
Robert Hood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moss Icon,
Blancmange,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Theoretical Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Desert Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Byrd,
The Count Five,
The Toasters,
Josef K,
Tim Buckley,
Los Fastidios,
Sound Behaviour,
Index,
Camberwell Now,
Maleditus Sound,
Soft Cell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Severed Heads,
The Smoke,
Con Funk Shun,
Cal Tjader,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.