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 Colombia and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 The Alarm Clocks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a chamberlin 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 arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Metal Thangz,
Quantec,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tubeway Army,
The Cramps,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Swans,
Bush Tetras,
John Foxx,
Jacques Brel,
Model 500,
Desert Stars,
Slick Rick,
Gichy Dan,
Grey Daturas,
Glenn Branca,
Eurythmics,
The Doors,
E-Dancer,
Kerri Chandler,
The Birthday Party,
Amon Düül,
Warren Ellis,
Kenny Larkin,
Prince Buster,
Sonic Youth,
The Tremeloes,
10cc,
Theoretical Girls,
The Human League,
Silicon Teens,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gories,
The Kinks,
Trumans Water,
Marmalade,
Rufus Thomas,
Pylon,
Leonard Cohen,
John Coltrane,
Can,
Toni Rubio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Invisible,
Unwound,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jacob Miller,
Bang On A Can,
The Fall,
Deadbeat,
Lindisfarne,
Kayak,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Motions,
The Gladiators,
Sparks,
Ituana,
Crispy Ambulance,
Goldenarms,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.