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 Luxembourg and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Television Personalities to the grunge 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Urselle,
The Move,
Tropical Tobacco,
Iggy Pop,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Human League,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Trumans Water,
Janne Schatter,
The Durutti Column,
Joyce Sims,
Jacques Brel,
Wings,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fire Engines,
Kayak,
Scratch Acid,
Matthew Halsall,
Mad Mike,
Man Eating Sloth,
Silicon Teens,
The Misunderstood,
The Stooges,
This Heat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moss Icon,
Jerry's Kids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Moon,
FM Einheit,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bill Wells,
Bush Tetras,
The Standells,
Fluxion,
Gichy Dan,
The Last Poets,
Donald Byrd,
Technova,
Livin' Joy,
The Fuzztones,
Nico,
Yaz,
Sparks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric Copeland,
Erasure,
Pussy Galore,
the Germs,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Victims,
Soft Cell,
Minutemen,
Michelle Simonal,
Cecil Taylor,
Gong,
The Associates,
JFA,
Peter & Gordon,
CMW,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.