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 India and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Can to the grunge 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Slave,
Black Sheep,
Can,
The Wake,
Ituana,
Tubeway Army,
Marine Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Little Man,
Panda Bear,
Loose Ends,
Stetsasonic,
The Music Machine,
FM Einheit,
Heaven 17,
Rites of Spring,
Brick,
Marvin Gaye,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Connie Case,
Stereo Dub,
Fela Kuti,
Sällskapet,
The Young Rascals,
Bauhaus,
Parry Music,
The Stooges,
Ossler,
T. Rex,
Drexciya,
Thee Headcoats,
Unwound,
The Fire Engines,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gastr Del Sol,
Albert Ayler,
Moby Grape,
E-Dancer,
Wolf Eyes,
The Martian,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Blues Magoos,
Thompson Twins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alphaville,
Trumans Water,
Delta 5,
UT,
Joensuu 1685,
The Move,
Soulsonic Force,
The Zeros,
The Residents,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New Order,
Grauzone,
Marc Almond,
The Barracudas,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.