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 Uruguay and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro 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 Aswad to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Scientists,
Letta Mbulu,
Jimmy McGriff,
L. Decosne,
Roxy Music,
The Toasters,
The Slits,
Sparks,
Scott Walker,
Matthew Halsall,
a-ha,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Blues Magoos,
Aloha Tigers,
E-Dancer,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Mojo Men,
Underground Resistance,
Mandrill,
Alison Limerick,
Pere Ubu,
Moby Grape,
Thee Headcoats,
Popol Vuh,
Organ,
Cameo,
The Divine Comedy,
Dennis Brown,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arab on Radar,
MC5,
Lucky Dragons,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lakeside,
The Pop Group,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Invisible,
Warsaw,
Joe Finger,
Joensuu 1685,
Zero Boys,
Lungfish,
Funkadelic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric Dolphy,
Franke,
Bob Dylan,
Charles Mingus,
Clear Light,
Rosa Yemen,
Eddi Front,
Bill Wells,
Can,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Count Five,
Yaz,
Moss Icon,
Gichy Dan,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.