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 Hungary and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Young Marble Giants to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Amon Düül,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Techniques,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Monks,
Sex Pistols,
The Real Kids,
Bronski Beat,
Qualms,
Junior Murvin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Graham Central Station,
Tears for Fears,
Soulsonic Force,
The United States of America,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Raincoats,
The Count Five,
The Mummies,
Parry Music,
The Cowsills,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Moon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wally Richardson,
Roxette,
The Angels of Light,
The Durutti Column,
Rufus Thomas,
The Victims,
A Flock of Seagulls,
JFA,
Sparks,
Drexciya,
Negative Approach,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Byrd,
Shoche,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roger Hodgson,
Brick,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cymande,
Interpol,
Silicon Teens,
Radio Birdman,
MDC,
World's Most,
The Searchers,
Delta 5,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flash Fearless,
Minor Threat,
T.S.O.L.,
The Electric Prunes,
Guru Guru,
The Moleskins,
John Foxx,
Nico,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.