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 Congo and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Robert Wyatt to the grime 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
B.T. Express,
Magma,
The Modern Lovers,
Main Source,
Blancmange,
Stiv Bators,
Barbara Tucker,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Motions,
Todd Terry,
Amazonics,
Flash Fearless,
Bootsy Collins,
Idris Muhammad,
the Slits,
Patti Smith,
Porter Ricks,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lakeside,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Massinfluence,
Jandek,
Joensuu 1685,
Pere Ubu,
Japan,
Television Personalities,
Skriet,
Steve Hackett,
Public Image Ltd.,
Spoonie Gee,
Inner City,
Reagan Youth,
Ronan,
the Bar-Kays,
Ten City,
Michelle Simonal,
Interpol,
The Detroit Cobras,
Adolescents,
Hoover,
Danielle Patucci,
Minny Pops,
Siglo XX,
OOIOO,
Gong,
Sun City Girls,
Funkadelic,
Theoretical Girls,
Ludus,
Bronski Beat,
Organ,
The Names,
Brass Construction,
Eden Ahbez,
D'Angelo,
Outsiders,
Metal Thangz,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.