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 Cambodia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 The Smoke to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
The Happenings,
UT,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alton Ellis,
Slave,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Reed,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Faraquet,
The Fall,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Johnny Clarke,
Kas Product,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Moon,
Anthony Braxton,
The Residents,
Aural Exciters,
Spandau Ballet,
The Saints,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rakim,
48th St. Collective,
Aaron Thompson,
the Swans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Misunderstood,
Todd Terry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Shoche,
Interpol,
Con Funk Shun,
10cc,
Howard Jones,
The Smoke,
Joyce Sims,
The Associates,
Spoonie Gee,
Chris & Cosey,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Electric Light Orchestra,
Leonard Cohen,
Ronan,
The Angels of Light,
Skriet,
Kaleidoscope,
Oblivians,
Magma,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Human League,
Moby Grape,
The Cramps,
Crooked Eye,
Boredoms,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.