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 Serbia and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Henry Cow to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Sheep,
Q65,
Monks,
The Dead C,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fat Boys,
Sister Nancy,
The Skatalites,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gladiators,
The Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Radiohead,
Lou Christie,
Bauhaus,
Metal Thangz,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Offenders,
Kayak,
Matthew Bourne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Can,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
H. Thieme,
The Mojo Men,
Tom Boy,
Simply Red,
Jeff Lynne,
Von Mondo,
Aswad,
The Remains,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tres Demented,
Angry Samoans,
The Pretty Things,
OOIOO,
John Coltrane,
Kurtis Blow,
The Modern Lovers,
The Smiths,
Panda Bear,
The Fugs,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric Copeland,
Clear Light,
Average White Band,
Unrelated Segments,
The Leaves,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lower 48,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Womack,
June of 44,
Moebius,
Blancmange,
Maleditus Sound,
Scratch Acid,
The Stooges,
Depeche Mode,
Jerry's Kids,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.