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 India and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1978 at the first Visage 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 Essential Logic to the dance 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
The Residents,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camouflage,
Pole,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lalann,
Ronnie Foster,
Suicide,
Marvin Gaye,
OOIOO,
Sugar Minott,
Rosa Yemen,
Absolute Body Control,
Blancmange,
Main Source,
Young Marble Giants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Green,
Mark Hollis,
Rufus Thomas,
Bush Tetras,
Little Man,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Remains,
T. Rex,
Soul Sonic Force,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lee Hazlewood,
The New Christs,
The Moody Blues,
Matthew Halsall,
Deakin,
Arcadia,
Ice-T,
Gang of Four,
Henry Cow,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oneida,
Man Parrish,
The Wake,
Minor Threat,
The American Breed,
Roxy Music,
The Raincoats,
John Cale,
Lou Christie,
Animal Collective,
X-102,
The Doors,
Q and Not U,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Model 500,
Technova,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ludus,
Bronski Beat,
La Düsseldorf,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David Bowie,
Motorama,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.