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 Nauru and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Pretty Things to the disco 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Skaos,
The Trojans,
Visage,
The Velvet Underground,
Dorothy Ashby,
Magma,
Franke,
Dawn Penn,
KRS-One,
Little Man,
Bill Wells,
The Neon Judgement,
The Angels of Light,
One Last Wish,
New Age Steppers,
La Düsseldorf,
Godley & Creme,
Aaron Thompson,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Piero Umiliani,
Scientists,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Agitation Free,
kango's stein massive,
Prince Buster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Pretty Things,
Simply Red,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Michelle Simonal,
Wolf Eyes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cluster,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Kinks,
The Victims,
The Fire Engines,
Wings,
Procol Harum,
Janne Schatter,
The Cramps,
Silicon Teens,
Public Enemy,
The Gories,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Althea and Donna,
Bizarre Inc.,
Television Personalities,
Harmonia,
Fatback Band,
Lyres,
The Flesh Eaters,
ABC,
Jacques Brel,
Derrick Morgan,
The Standells,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.