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 Belarus and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Electric Prunes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
These Immortal Souls,
Gong,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Motions,
Mission of Burma,
Ten City,
X-101,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Animal Collective,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neu!,
Royal Trux,
World's Most,
Bush Tetras,
Blancmange,
The Trojans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hashim,
Tubeway Army,
The Seeds,
Crooked Eye,
ABBA,
Bobby Womack,
Aural Exciters,
Rufus Thomas,
Circle Jerks,
LL Cool J,
Motorama,
The Saints,
Sister Nancy,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Erykah Badu,
Eddi Front,
The Busters,
Bootsy Collins,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Cure,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ronnie Foster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sällskapet,
Wasted Youth,
Ken Boothe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
Fat Boys,
Bad Manners,
Cal Tjader,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gladiators,
The Monks,
The Toasters,
48th St. Collective,
Ponytail,
Black Flag,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.