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 India and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar 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 Eurythmics to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Mr. Review,
Man Parrish,
Popol Vuh,
The Birthday Party,
The Victims,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Magazine,
Symarip,
World's Most,
Amon Düül,
Procol Harum,
The Gap Band,
Donald Byrd,
Subhumans,
DJ Sneak,
Smog,
Joey Negro,
New Age Steppers,
The Durutti Column,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Steve Hackett,
Joe Smooth,
James White and The Blacks,
Jesper Dahlback,
The New Christs,
Sparks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Average White Band,
Fear,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nirvana,
The Pop Group,
Sonic Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
Ice-T,
Saccharine Trust,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fugs,
Adolescents,
Brothers Johnson,
Barbara Tucker,
Max Romeo,
The Fortunes,
Gang Starr,
Tim Buckley,
Infiniti,
Albert Ayler,
Juan Atkins,
Sam Rivers,
Animal Collective,
Laurel Aitken,
Rotary Connection,
Rakim,
Dark Day,
Essential Logic,
Electric Prunes,
K-Klass,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.