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 Cambodia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 Young Marble Giants to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Y Pants,
Ornette Coleman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Negative Approach,
Godley & Creme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bronski Beat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Idris Muhammad,
Tubeway Army,
Ohio Players,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dawn Penn,
The Golliwogs,
Warren Ellis,
Fear,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Patti Smith,
Vainqueur,
Gang Gang Dance,
New York Dolls,
The Pop Group,
Henry Cow,
Guru Guru,
Flamin' Groovies,
Monks,
Spandau Ballet,
Chris & Cosey,
Delta 5,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
This Heat,
Nick Fraelich,
The Residents,
Amazonics,
Kayak,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Swans,
Flipper,
Brothers Johnson,
Intrusion,
The Leaves,
The Last Poets,
X-101,
The Mummies,
Can,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alphaville,
Interpol,
Al Stewart,
Funkadelic,
Clear Light,
Deakin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Selecter,
the Normal,
Arthur Verocai,
Kerrie Biddell,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.