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 Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Royal Trux to the jazz 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Visage,
Talk Talk,
Underground Resistance,
This Heat,
Black Pus,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cowsills,
Brand Nubian,
Sällskapet,
Hasil Adkins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cybotron,
Graham Central Station,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grauzone,
Ken Boothe,
Cymande,
Fad Gadget,
Althea and Donna,
X-Ray Spex,
Byron Stingily,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scion,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nirvana,
Severed Heads,
T.S.O.L.,
Make Up,
The Dead C,
Eli Mardock,
The Litter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alice Coltrane,
Bill Near,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mojo Men,
Unwound,
the Slits,
Main Source,
Urselle,
Leonard Cohen,
Ossler,
Faust,
Q65,
kango's stein massive,
Mars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Alarm Clocks,
Royal Trux,
Harmonia,
Cabaret Voltaire,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gladiators,
Intrusion,
Minutemen,
Panda Bear,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joy Division,
The Modern Lovers,
Thompson Twins,
Tommy Roe,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.