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 Croatia and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lalann to the grunge 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Television Personalities,
Bluetip,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dead C,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soulsonic Force,
Minny Pops,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kaleidoscope,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Pop Group,
The Remains,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Zeros,
The Knickerbockers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Liliput,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dennis Brown,
L. Decosne,
These Immortal Souls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Schoolly D,
Alice Coltrane,
Mr. Review,
Matthew Halsall,
Robert Wyatt,
Simply Red,
kango's stein massive,
Deakin,
Sonic Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
Au Pairs,
Tommy Roe,
Ultra Naté,
The Electric Prunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pantytec,
Sister Nancy,
The Sonics,
Ten City,
The Raincoats,
Blake Baxter,
Q and Not U,
Panda Bear,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fugazi,
Thee Headcoats,
John Coltrane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roy Ayers,
In Retrospect,
Cameo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Hood,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.