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 Comoros and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 Ultra Naté to the techno 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Interpol,
Fear,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minny Pops,
Cameo,
The Smiths,
Monks,
Pierre Henry,
Alphaville,
Spandau Ballet,
Josef K,
Essential Logic,
Godley & Creme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mission of Burma,
X-101,
Quantec,
Au Pairs,
The Moody Blues,
Suicide,
Smog,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Metal Thangz,
Zapp,
The Saints,
Loose Ends,
the Human League,
The Five Americans,
Basic Channel,
Jawbox,
Gerry Rafferty,
Magma,
Oblivians,
New York Dolls,
Bang On A Can,
Simply Red,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-102,
The Offenders,
Sun Ra,
Pussy Galore,
Malaria!,
The Knickerbockers,
The Move,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skriet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Iggy Pop,
FM Einheit,
Duran Duran,
Von Mondo,
Angry Samoans,
Drexciya,
Quadrant,
Amon Düül II,
Darondo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.