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 Gambia and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 Robert Wyatt to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
The Evens,
Warren Ellis,
Soulsonic Force,
Depeche Mode,
Groovy Waters,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Pus,
Deadbeat,
Brass Construction,
Jacques Brel,
Aaron Thompson,
the Germs,
R.M.O.,
the Human League,
Technova,
Curtis Mayfield,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Sheep,
Thee Headcoats,
Echospace,
Television,
Basic Channel,
Flash Fearless,
E-Dancer,
Gabor Szabo,
June Days,
Youth Brigade,
Excepter,
The Zeros,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
LL Cool J,
T. Rex,
Unwound,
a-ha,
Kerrie Biddell,
Patti Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Index,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joe Smooth,
The Residents,
The Gun Club,
Black Flag,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cameo,
The Wake,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Christie,
Nas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Standells,
Negative Approach,
Donald Byrd,
Crooked Eye,
Sister Nancy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Urselle,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Suburban Knight,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.