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 Sudan and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 L. Decosne to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Peter & Gordon,
Soft Machine,
Tom Boy,
Silicon Teens,
Lyres,
Television Personalities,
Negative Approach,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dead C,
Cluster,
the Sonics,
Glenn Branca,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Charles Mingus,
Moss Icon,
Porter Ricks,
Stetsasonic,
Blake Baxter,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun Ra,
Marine Girls,
David Bowie,
Steve Hackett,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mojo Men,
Index,
Al Stewart,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fugs,
Flipper,
The Martian,
The Names,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Icehouse,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boogie Down Productions,
Josef K,
Roger Hodgson,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-102,
Heaven 17,
Black Flag,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
F. McDonald,
The Smiths,
Ralphi Rosario,
Letta Mbulu,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Con Funk Shun,
KRS-One,
The Fuzztones,
The Grass Roots,
Livin' Joy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Subhumans,
Blossom Toes,
Connie Case,
Brick,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.