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 Iceland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Tomorrow to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Brass Construction,
Eden Ahbez,
Drive Like Jehu,
Idris Muhammad,
Barbara Tucker,
Boz Scaggs,
Patti Smith,
Scion,
Joy Division,
Ice-T,
Oblivians,
Buzzcocks,
Swans,
the Human League,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vladislav Delay,
Rosa Yemen,
Leonard Cohen,
Outsiders,
Accadde A,
kango's stein massive,
Jeff Lynne,
Delta 5,
The United States of America,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-Ray Spex,
X-101,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oneida,
Zero Boys,
Wasted Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Lydon,
The Star Department,
Clear Light,
The Toasters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quadrant,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Judy Mowatt,
Joey Negro,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Slits,
The Monks,
Ohio Players,
FM Einheit,
The Sonics,
Mad Mike,
Maleditus Sound,
the Germs,
Nick Fraelich,
DJ Style,
The Stooges,
Spoonie Gee,
Make Up,
48th St. Collective,
Black Flag,
Janne Schatter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thompson Twins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.