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 Egypt and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Cal Tjader to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
Nik Kershaw,
Qualms,
Rosa Yemen,
Mandrill,
David Axelrod,
Q and Not U,
E-Dancer,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wally Richardson,
Howard Jones,
Bauhaus,
Rakim,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultravox,
Sparks,
Masters at Work,
Massinfluence,
Altered Images,
Lyres,
The Toasters,
The Move,
The Motions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New York Dolls,
Angry Samoans,
DNA,
Chrome,
Davy DMX,
Steve Hackett,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Pus,
Model 500,
Basic Channel,
Harmonia,
Yaz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Outsiders,
Blake Baxter,
Bluetip,
Monolake,
The Raincoats,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hoover,
In Retrospect,
Rotary Connection,
Half Japanese,
The Evens,
The Stooges,
Black Flag,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Magazine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Todd Terry,
K-Klass,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Trumans Water,
John Foxx,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.