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 New Zealand and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Wolf Eyes to the jazz 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
The Move,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sarah Menescal,
Slick Rick,
the Human League,
Loose Ends,
Mandrill,
The Pretty Things,
The Gladiators,
Sound Behaviour,
Glenn Branca,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fuzztones,
The J.B.'s,
The Cramps,
MDC,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Magma,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Sherman,
Symarip,
Deakin,
Marc Almond,
Intrusion,
the Association,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bronski Beat,
Nik Kershaw,
Easy Going,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Morten Harket,
The Slackers,
Alton Ellis,
The Kinks,
Fear,
The Star Department,
Babytalk,
the Normal,
Soft Machine,
Bauhaus,
ABBA,
Cluster,
Eli Mardock,
The Misunderstood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
B.T. Express,
The Slits,
Angry Samoans,
PIL,
Livin' Joy,
Urselle,
Wasted Youth,
Shoche,
Joe Smooth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mark Hollis,
Motorama,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Stooges,
Agitation Free,
Arab on Radar,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.