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 Germany and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Quadrant to the grime 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Henry Cow,
Charles Mingus,
Davy DMX,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Zeros,
New Order,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Lydon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Main Source,
Alison Limerick,
Jeff Lynne,
Leonard Cohen,
Howard Jones,
Buzzcocks,
Albert Ayler,
The Residents,
Bad Manners,
Sound Behaviour,
Goldenarms,
Model 500,
Gichy Dan,
The Dirtbombs,
Don Cherry,
The Happenings,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Raincoats,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Whodini,
Harmonia,
Reagan Youth,
Loose Ends,
Jesper Dahlback,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Schoolly D,
Skriet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The American Breed,
Donald Byrd,
Vladislav Delay,
The Alarm Clocks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Shuggie Otis,
Rufus Thomas,
Young Marble Giants,
48th St. Collective,
Half Japanese,
Kayak,
Y Pants,
The Gun Club,
The Music Machine,
the Normal,
Fat Boys,
cv313,
JFA,
Cheater Slicks,
R.M.O.,
Swans,
Depeche Mode,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.