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 Tunisia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Evens to the grunge 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Main Source,
Radio Birdman,
The Electric Prunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Monolake,
The Barracudas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Godley & Creme,
Dave Gahan,
The Buckinghams,
Radiohead,
Harmonia,
Index,
Agitation Free,
Wolf Eyes,
Sixth Finger,
The Gladiators,
Symarip,
F. McDonald,
The Birthday Party,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ronan,
Stetsasonic,
Supertramp,
Easy Going,
John Coltrane,
Franke,
Au Pairs,
Soul II Soul,
Jacques Brel,
L. Decosne,
Desert Stars,
The Fuzztones,
Soft Machine,
Flash Fearless,
Wally Richardson,
The Mummies,
Flamin' Groovies,
ABC,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
10cc,
The Grass Roots,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Buzzcocks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Donny Hathaway,
The Leaves,
Depeche Mode,
Tim Buckley,
Magma,
Anthony Braxton,
Howard Jones,
Jeff Lynne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Y Pants,
Dawn Penn,
Sound Behaviour,
Brass Construction,
Minutemen,
Motorama,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.