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 Czech Republic and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Lou Reed 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 Gong to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Zeros,
The Kinks,
Chrome,
Procol Harum,
EPMD,
Warsaw,
Excepter,
Youth Brigade,
The Smoke,
Ludus,
Leonard Cohen,
Joy Division,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Henry Cow,
Marvin Gaye,
Scratch Acid,
The J.B.'s,
New York Dolls,
Alice Coltrane,
Metal Thangz,
Livin' Joy,
Niagra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Simply Red,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dark Day,
Drexciya,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeff Lynne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nik Kershaw,
Smog,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dawn Penn,
The Martian,
The Searchers,
Liliput,
Fad Gadget,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fela Kuti,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mad Mike,
Agitation Free,
Derrick May,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Easy Going,
Aswad,
Supertramp,
Black Sheep,
Subhumans,
The Trojans,
Eddi Front,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yellowson,
June of 44,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
T. Rex,
Arthur Verocai,
Max Romeo,
The Knickerbockers,
Bob Dylan,
Second Layer,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.