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 Rwanda and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 Accadde A to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Victims,
Average White Band,
Juan Atkins,
La Düsseldorf,
Electric Prunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Doors,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Sheep,
Icehouse,
Tommy Roe,
Thompson Twins,
Maurizio,
the Slits,
Nas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Drexciya,
Swell Maps,
Robert Hood,
Outsiders,
Todd Rundgren,
The Pop Group,
Dave Gahan,
the Soft Cell,
Toni Rubio,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter and Kerry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ornette Coleman,
Steve Hackett,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fall,
Animal Collective,
Delta 5,
Can,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Womack,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Toasters,
Danielle Patucci,
Mission of Burma,
E-Dancer,
Chris Corsano,
Rakim,
Moby Grape,
Scratch Acid,
Banda Bassotti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Index,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hashim,
Howard Jones,
Surgeon,
Nirvana,
Radio Birdman,
The Remains,
Ituana,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.