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 Ecuador and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe 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 Barrington Levy to the jazz 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boz Scaggs,
Loose Ends,
Ornette Coleman,
Neil Young,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chris & Cosey,
Donald Byrd,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun City Girls,
Jawbox,
The Moody Blues,
Infiniti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Panda Bear,
Inner City,
Aloha Tigers,
Fatback Band,
The Doors,
Animal Collective,
Steve Hackett,
The Birthday Party,
The Seeds,
Unrelated Segments,
Heaven 17,
Pylon,
Con Funk Shun,
Graham Central Station,
Babytalk,
The Monochrome Set,
Dual Sessions,
Joyce Sims,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gap Band,
Davy DMX,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minor Threat,
Monks,
the Bar-Kays,
Dennis Brown,
Don Cherry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Index,
Leonard Cohen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Al Stewart,
Scrapy,
Marine Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang of Four,
Eli Mardock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Josef K,
Gang Green,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.