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 Tonga and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Radiohead to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Smog,
David McCallum,
Arab on Radar,
Lightning Bolt,
The Count Five,
Neu!,
Mo-Dettes,
Wally Richardson,
Fluxion,
Crime,
Talk Talk,
The Tremeloes,
U.S. Maple,
Adolescents,
Trumans Water,
The Techniques,
Moebius,
Derrick Morgan,
Amon Düül,
Second Layer,
Zapp,
Pulsallama,
Fad Gadget,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sandy B,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter and Kerry,
James White and The Blacks,
MC5,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minny Pops,
Con Funk Shun,
Fatback Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mantronix,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fall,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Doors,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Happenings,
Anakelly,
Sound Behaviour,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mandrill,
The Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pussy Galore,
F. McDonald,
R.M.O.,
Drexciya,
Joy Division,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Seeds,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.