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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the disco 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Freddie Wadling,
Von Mondo,
Davy DMX,
Los Fastidios,
Skriet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
cv313,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blossom Toes,
Wasted Youth,
Quadrant,
Chrome,
The Flesh Eaters,
Anakelly,
The Index,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Underground Resistance,
The Fugs,
The Busters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed,
New York Dolls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Visage,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Wyatt,
Circle Jerks,
Youth Brigade,
The Barracudas,
Radio Birdman,
Sound Behaviour,
the Slits,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mission of Burma,
Terrestrial Tones,
Adolescents,
La Düsseldorf,
Ponytail,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Saints,
Surgeon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Man Parrish,
Mandrill,
Radiopuhelimet,
David McCallum,
Cal Tjader,
The Durutti Column,
Suicide,
UT,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Misunderstood,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter & Gordon,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.