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 Iran and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fugs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Happenings,
John Lydon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lindisfarne,
The Beau Brummels,
Depeche Mode,
DJ Sneak,
Popol Vuh,
Swans,
Tommy Roe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
MDC,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Techniques,
Radio Birdman,
The Walker Brothers,
Nirvana,
X-101,
David McCallum,
The Victims,
Eurythmics,
Warren Ellis,
Bauhaus,
Talk Talk,
Goldenarms,
Stetsasonic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brass Construction,
The Fortunes,
The Remains,
The Monks,
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül II,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yusef Lateef,
Basic Channel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pantaleimon,
Bill Wells,
Jawbox,
Girls At Our Best!,
Faraquet,
The Litter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Echospace,
The New Christs,
Livin' Joy,
Aural Exciters,
The Dead C,
The Pretty Things,
Donald Byrd,
Siglo XX,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
One Last Wish,
Piero Umiliani,
Juan Atkins,
Hardrive,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.