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 Malta and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Aloha Tigers to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Janne Schatter,
Letta Mbulu,
Q65,
X-Ray Spex,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ice-T,
Spoonie Gee,
The Monochrome Set,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flipper,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Audionom,
The Fuzztones,
Sandy B,
Nils Olav,
John Holt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Icehouse,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Smog,
The Raincoats,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moebius,
Soft Cell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Patti Smith,
Sugar Minott,
Jeru the Damaja,
PIL,
Reagan Youth,
Rites of Spring,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marine Girls,
The Stooges,
Yazoo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Unwound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ohio Players,
Marshall Jefferson,
Man Parrish,
Half Japanese,
The Dirtbombs,
Hardrive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dawn Penn,
Roxy Music,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Symarip,
Prince Buster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pantaleimon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New York Dolls,
The Star Department,
The Beau Brummels,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.