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 Seychelles and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 New Christs to the punk 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Banda Bassotti,
Derrick May,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sonic Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fire Engines,
Matthew Halsall,
Roxy Music,
Black Moon,
Black Bananas,
Bang On A Can,
Public Enemy,
Agitation Free,
Mars,
Nils Olav,
The Dave Clark Five,
Spoonie Gee,
The Evens,
Black Flag,
The Golliwogs,
Magma,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roy Ayers,
Yazoo,
10cc,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
New York Dolls,
The Slits,
Kayak,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barry Ungar,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Smoke,
Chris Corsano,
Connie Case,
James White and The Blacks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Association,
Mantronix,
Lungfish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
AZ,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Clear Light,
Circle Jerks,
Zero Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
Electric Prunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bill Near,
Flamin' Groovies,
Magazine,
The Litter,
The Names,
Neil Young,
The Gap Band,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.