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 Rwanda and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Maurizio to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
The Motions,
David McCallum,
Iggy Pop,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
MC5,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David Bowie,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-101,
Wings,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chris & Cosey,
Pussy Galore,
Joe Smooth,
X-102,
Babytalk,
Buzzcocks,
The Remains,
Underground Resistance,
A Certain Ratio,
James White and The Blacks,
Aaron Thompson,
Ken Boothe,
Colin Newman,
EPMD,
kango's stein massive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bob Dylan,
Mars,
FM Einheit,
Scan 7,
T.S.O.L.,
Livin' Joy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Sherman,
Make Up,
Arab on Radar,
Sällskapet,
the Slits,
Max Romeo,
PIL,
Moebius,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bill Wells,
ABBA,
Dead Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Radio Birdman,
Crooked Eye,
Fat Boys,
The Doors,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Donald Byrd,
Lucky Dragons,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.