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 Mongolia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Swell Maps to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Das Ding,
T. Rex,
Cheater Slicks,
Metal Thangz,
X-Ray Spex,
Technova,
Wire,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Techniques,
Rosa Yemen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harry Pussy,
Prince Buster,
Ossler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tim Buckley,
The Happenings,
L. Decosne,
Jeff Lynne,
Wolf Eyes,
The Young Rascals,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skriet,
Peter and Kerry,
The Evens,
Soul II Soul,
Amon Düül II,
Oblivians,
Slick Rick,
Interpol,
Animal Collective,
Susan Cadogan,
Chrome,
Altered Images,
FM Einheit,
Roxette,
Marcia Griffiths,
Popol Vuh,
Grey Daturas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Laurel Aitken,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soulsonic Force,
The Shadows of Knight,
Massinfluence,
The Neon Judgement,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Livin' Joy,
Rotary Connection,
Ituana,
Bush Tetras,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scratch Acid,
Moby Grape,
Quando Quango,
Patti Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Porter Ricks,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.