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 Palau and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Boz Scaggs to the disco 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
This Heat,
Heaven 17,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Motorama,
Make Up,
Eden Ahbez,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boz Scaggs,
Bill Near,
AZ,
Warsaw,
The Stooges,
Cybotron,
Royal Trux,
The Monochrome Set,
Arthur Verocai,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Negative Approach,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deakin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Funky Four + One,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Supertramp,
Barclay James Harvest,
CMW,
Donald Byrd,
UT,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pagans,
MDC,
Y Pants,
T.S.O.L.,
Television,
The Human League,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Remains,
Mad Mike,
Grauzone,
Khruangbin,
Ituana,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blake Baxter,
The Moleskins,
The United States of America,
Organ,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeff Mills,
Swell Maps,
Urselle,
Suicide,
Pussy Galore,
Crispian St. Peters,
Q and Not U,
Gang Starr,
Loose Ends,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.