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 Mali and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Soft Machine to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Nico,
ABBA,
John Lydon,
Loose Ends,
Chrome,
The Black Dice,
Depeche Mode,
ABC,
Cal Tjader,
Black Bananas,
Cameo,
Derrick May,
Al Stewart,
The Victims,
The Cramps,
Supertramp,
The Leaves,
Kerri Chandler,
Dennis Brown,
The Dave Clark Five,
Graham Central Station,
Dawn Penn,
Lower 48,
Piero Umiliani,
Television Personalities,
Gong,
June Days,
The Birthday Party,
Massinfluence,
Donny Hathaway,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lyres,
Dead Boys,
the Association,
The Invisible,
Dave Gahan,
Amon Düül II,
The Tremeloes,
Alice Coltrane,
Ten City,
DJ Sneak,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blossom Toes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Whodini,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Monochrome Set,
Lindisfarne,
David Bowie,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hardrive,
UT,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mission of Burma,
Oneida,
Amazonics,
Camberwell Now,
Smog,
Basic Channel,
Panda Bear,
Marc Almond,
The Selecter,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.