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 Ukraine and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Organ to the electroclash 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun City Girls,
Kas Product,
Interpol,
Godley & Creme,
Harry Pussy,
T. Rex,
Steve Hackett,
Rod Modell,
Scratch Acid,
Warren Ellis,
Chris Corsano,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Smiths,
The Litter,
Pole,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Flag,
Kool Moe Dee,
Glenn Branca,
World's Most,
Matthew Bourne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Au Pairs,
X-101,
FM Einheit,
Yazoo,
Freddie Wadling,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sonics,
L. Decosne,
a-ha,
Dual Sessions,
Jeff Mills,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric Dolphy,
Nas,
Subhumans,
Moss Icon,
Marmalade,
Von Mondo,
John Foxx,
Maurizio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
OOIOO,
Procol Harum,
The Blackbyrds,
Yaz,
Avey Tare,
Todd Rundgren,
Al Stewart,
Nirvana,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Bananas,
Los Fastidios,
X-Ray Spex,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.