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 El Salvador and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cybotron,
Pylon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alison Limerick,
The Fall,
These Immortal Souls,
Camberwell Now,
Eli Mardock,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Model 500,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radio Birdman,
Arab on Radar,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deakin,
Ten City,
Cheater Slicks,
New Order,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lower 48,
Visage,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The J.B.'s,
Marvin Gaye,
Blossom Toes,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tommy Roe,
The Sound,
Japan,
Bobby Sherman,
Radiohead,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Byrd,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roxette,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Doors,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kurtis Blow,
Cluster,
The Saints,
The Human League,
Black Pus,
Soft Cell,
Duran Duran,
Flipper,
Jacques Brel,
Blancmange,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.