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 Bulgaria and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Cameo to the dance 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wire,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camberwell Now,
Marine Girls,
The Cure,
Desert Stars,
The Sonics,
Clear Light,
Chrome,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barbara Tucker,
Excepter,
Hot Snakes,
X-101,
Bootsy Collins,
The Standells,
MDC,
a-ha,
Chris Corsano,
The Dead C,
Liliput,
Mars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crime,
Girls At Our Best!,
Unrelated Segments,
Lucky Dragons,
Ituana,
The Monochrome Set,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Young Marble Giants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sugar Minott,
Moss Icon,
Pylon,
Godley & Creme,
Soulsonic Force,
The Toasters,
Kerri Chandler,
AZ,
Kas Product,
the Slits,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Byrd,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Schoolly D,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Christie,
Flipper,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Wyatt,
Connie Case,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Outsiders,
T.S.O.L.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.