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 Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Heaven 17,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joyce Sims,
Yaz,
Pulsallama,
Deakin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Anthony Braxton,
La Düsseldorf,
Symarip,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Victims,
Sparks,
E-Dancer,
Todd Rundgren,
The Slackers,
The Cowsills,
Bush Tetras,
The American Breed,
the Swans,
Newcleus,
Jeff Lynne,
the Association,
Slick Rick,
The Neon Judgement,
Maleditus Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
John Holt,
Joey Negro,
The Monochrome Set,
Camberwell Now,
Gong,
Youth Brigade,
Wire,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Moleskins,
Swans,
The Residents,
Unrelated Segments,
This Heat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Flag,
Eve St. Jones,
Agent Orange,
Bootsy Collins,
Suicide,
Fugazi,
Roxette,
Bluetip,
10cc,
Stiv Bators,
John Lydon,
Shoche,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Görl,
Q65,
Section 25,
Qualms,
Jacques Brel,
Blossom Toes,
In Retrospect,
Marshall Jefferson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.