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 Armenia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television 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 Harry Pussy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Colin Newman,
Basic Channel,
PIL,
Juan Atkins,
Skaos,
Oblivians,
the Normal,
Faraquet,
Erasure,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Newcleus,
Agent Orange,
Sam Rivers,
The Techniques,
Iggy Pop,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
L. Decosne,
Glenn Branca,
Electric Prunes,
Joe Smooth,
Lindisfarne,
Visage,
The Seeds,
Ten City,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marmalade,
Brass Construction,
Radiohead,
Lyres,
The Trojans,
Camouflage,
Chrome,
Slick Rick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Section 25,
Minutemen,
Niagra,
Robert Wyatt,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Black Dice,
Porter Ricks,
Lightning Bolt,
Sound Behaviour,
R.M.O.,
Pagans,
Ronan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flipper,
Pere Ubu,
Minor Threat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Country Teasers,
Cymande,
The Zeros,
Thompson Twins,
Matthew Halsall,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DNA,
F. McDonald,
Rufus Thomas,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.