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 Slovenia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the electroclash 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Flash Fearless,
Pierre Henry,
Steve Hackett,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Loose Ends,
Banda Bassotti,
Interpol,
MC5,
Eric Dolphy,
Ludus,
Gabor Szabo,
Stetsasonic,
Tomorrow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Agent Orange,
The Cramps,
Skaos,
Barrington Levy,
Matthew Halsall,
The Neon Judgement,
Dave Gahan,
Amon Düül II,
Liliput,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hoover,
Wally Richardson,
Sällskapet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Tremeloes,
Henry Cow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chris Corsano,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Johnny Clarke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sixth Finger,
Jerry's Kids,
Groovy Waters,
Sight & Sound,
Mars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roxy Music,
Jandek,
The Human League,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
JFA,
Donny Hathaway,
David Bowie,
Curtis Mayfield,
Severed Heads,
Fear,
The Doors,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.