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 Israel and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Blancmange 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
The New Christs,
Swans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Adolescents,
Lyres,
Cymande,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bush Tetras,
Monks,
Dawn Penn,
Minutemen,
Yusef Lateef,
June of 44,
Janne Schatter,
David McCallum,
Sight & Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Soft Cell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rosa Yemen,
the Swans,
Section 25,
Silicon Teens,
Alice Coltrane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radiohead,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Wyatt,
Youth Brigade,
James White and The Blacks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Misunderstood,
The Selecter,
Mission of Burma,
Faraquet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fuzztones,
The Gap Band,
a-ha,
Amon Düül,
New Order,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Blackbyrds,
The Zeros,
Scan 7,
Sparks,
China Crisis,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Velvet Underground,
Goldenarms,
The Trojans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vainqueur,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.