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 Czech Republic and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dawn Penn to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Scott Walker,
The Golliwogs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Derrick May,
Bush Tetras,
Agitation Free,
the Swans,
Whodini,
Public Image Ltd.,
Porter Ricks,
The Electric Prunes,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
kango's stein massive,
Tears for Fears,
The New Christs,
Archie Shepp,
Symarip,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Essential Logic,
Lalann,
Fear,
Piero Umiliani,
The Associates,
The Pop Group,
Hashim,
Vladislav Delay,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aural Exciters,
The Motions,
Brick,
Yellowson,
The Cramps,
Gichy Dan,
Buzzcocks,
The Index,
Moss Icon,
Chris & Cosey,
OOIOO,
Yusef Lateef,
Half Japanese,
The Invisible,
Dawn Penn,
Tommy Roe,
Lightning Bolt,
June of 44,
The Modern Lovers,
Moby Grape,
These Immortal Souls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dead Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Saccharine Trust,
Kaleidoscope,
Glenn Branca,
Parry Music,
Bobby Womack,
Thee Headcoats,
The Toasters,
Soulsonic Force,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.