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 Ethiopia and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the funk 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fugs,
Tom Boy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minnie Riperton,
The Pop Group,
Donny Hathaway,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Sheep,
Qualms,
JFA,
The Black Dice,
The Fall,
Youth Brigade,
The Techniques,
Marc Almond,
Letta Mbulu,
Fugazi,
The Searchers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Loose Ends,
Terry Callier,
Circle Jerks,
Motorama,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Foxx,
Idris Muhammad,
Eddi Front,
Gregory Isaacs,
Anakelly,
The Moleskins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Association,
The Index,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
The United States of America,
Roxy Music,
the Sonics,
Vladislav Delay,
The Tremeloes,
Michelle Simonal,
Eurythmics,
R.M.O.,
DNA,
The Pretty Things,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skarface,
Dave Gahan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mr. Review,
Tomorrow,
The Cure,
Jeff Lynne,
The Victims,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gladiators,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Can,
Lucky Dragons,
MC5,
Roger Hodgson,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.