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 Kiribati and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Don Cherry,
Henry Cow,
AZ,
Franke,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lungfish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stiv Bators,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Martian,
Brass Construction,
Mad Mike,
UT,
Magazine,
Dave Gahan,
Sun Ra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dirtbombs,
Minnie Riperton,
Amon Düül II,
The Invisible,
Roger Hodgson,
Q and Not U,
Niagra,
Masters at Work,
The Offenders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David Axelrod,
Derrick Morgan,
Rites of Spring,
Cymande,
Scrapy,
Chris Corsano,
The Skatalites,
Jeff Lynne,
Pussy Galore,
John Cale,
Warren Ellis,
Vainqueur,
Bauhaus,
Lindisfarne,
Sight & Sound,
The Happenings,
The Smoke,
Scion,
Robert Hood,
Q65,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lightning Bolt,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Birthday Party,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Aloha Tigers,
Maleditus Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Zeros,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.