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 El Salvador and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Martian to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Groovy Waters,
The Tremeloes,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Byrd,
La Düsseldorf,
Joensuu 1685,
Fugazi,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pussy Galore,
Can,
Youth Brigade,
The Doors,
Aaron Thompson,
Niagra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stereo Dub,
John Foxx,
The Mojo Men,
kango's stein massive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radiohead,
Patti Smith,
The Fuzztones,
New Order,
Reuben Wilson,
Morten Harket,
The Move,
Sugar Minott,
Peter and Kerry,
Wings,
The Busters,
The Blackbyrds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jacob Miller,
OOIOO,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Technova,
The Last Poets,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quadrant,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camberwell Now,
The Litter,
Tubeway Army,
Roy Ayers,
Roxette,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wally Richardson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Interpol,
Silicon Teens,
Section 25,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Blues Magoos,
Main Source,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.