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 Brazil and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Seeds to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
The Kinks,
the Swans,
Mars,
Basic Channel,
Agitation Free,
Eric Copeland,
The Smiths,
The Selecter,
Siglo XX,
Donny Hathaway,
Minor Threat,
John Cale,
Unrelated Segments,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vainqueur,
a-ha,
Chris Corsano,
Das Ding,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cramps,
Yellowson,
Crooked Eye,
Yazoo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arcadia,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Misunderstood,
Magma,
Blancmange,
Delta 5,
Aloha Tigers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chris & Cosey,
The Motions,
Bobby Sherman,
Adolescents,
Jandek,
48th St. Collective,
Kerrie Biddell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roxette,
Flipper,
Flash Fearless,
Television,
Tomorrow,
Niagra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mark Hollis,
Jacques Brel,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mummies,
Television Personalities,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeff Mills,
Lungfish,
Fatback Band,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.