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 Dominica and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Jesper Dahlback to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
The Happenings,
Buzzcocks,
Minnie Riperton,
Banda Bassotti,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gories,
Lalann,
Brick,
PIL,
The Fall,
The Invisible,
Bronski Beat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sam Rivers,
Freddie Wadling,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boredoms,
The Angels of Light,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kayak,
Dawn Penn,
These Immortal Souls,
Clear Light,
The Cure,
The Cramps,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter and Kerry,
Dead Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Drexciya,
DNA,
Soulsonic Force,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Anakelly,
Index,
Surgeon,
Dennis Brown,
Ornette Coleman,
Mars,
Chrome,
Television,
Camberwell Now,
X-102,
the Germs,
Yazoo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Todd Terry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tomorrow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Q65,
The Monks,
The Black Dice,
Public Image Ltd.,
Negative Approach,
Chris Corsano,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.