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 Greece and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 DJ Sneak to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a sitar 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 oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
The Blues Magoos,
Crash Course in Science,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gories,
Duran Duran,
Intrusion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cameo,
Harmonia,
Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Model 500,
Girls At Our Best!,
Y Pants,
Arthur Verocai,
The Busters,
Avey Tare,
Public Image Ltd.,
In Retrospect,
Skarface,
The Move,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
10cc,
Dark Day,
Joensuu 1685,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ralphi Rosario,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Normal,
Deepchord,
Fugazi,
Joy Division,
James White and The Blacks,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Evens,
the Human League,
Rod Modell,
Swans,
The Velvet Underground,
Crooked Eye,
Slave,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Saints,
Hoover,
Ludus,
Infiniti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quando Quango,
World's Most,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Smog,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ten City,
Livin' Joy,
The Moleskins,
Radio Birdman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gong,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.