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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mark Hollis to the rock 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
The Fugs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Section 25,
Man Parrish,
John Holt,
The Mojo Men,
Thee Headcoats,
Cheater Slicks,
China Crisis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DJ Sneak,
Funkadelic,
Cybotron,
Colin Newman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Zero Boys,
The Cramps,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minutemen,
Goldenarms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nik Kershaw,
Soft Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David McCallum,
The Tremeloes,
Ronnie Foster,
Audionom,
The Martian,
CMW,
Arab on Radar,
Nico,
Bobby Byrd,
kango's stein massive,
Procol Harum,
The Red Krayola,
Rakim,
Toni Rubio,
A Certain Ratio,
Dawn Penn,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Young Marble Giants,
Inner City,
Intrusion,
MC5,
Lalann,
Erykah Badu,
Fugazi,
Vladislav Delay,
Boredoms,
Symarip,
Qualms,
Sound Behaviour,
Simply Red,
Easy Going,
Lyres,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Faraquet,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.