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 Saudi Arabia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 the Association to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti 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?
Ten City,
Trumans Water,
Eric Copeland,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Country Teasers,
Sun City Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quadrant,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kaleidoscope,
The Tremeloes,
the Slits,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gories,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sound,
Vainqueur,
Unwound,
Pere Ubu,
The Human League,
Intrusion,
Yaz,
the Germs,
Agent Orange,
Mantronix,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
ABC,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bluetip,
Byron Stingily,
Mad Mike,
Flipper,
Johnny Clarke,
The Busters,
The Five Americans,
The Searchers,
June Days,
The Fire Engines,
Von Mondo,
Connie Case,
Sonic Youth,
Warsaw,
Eddi Front,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dead Boys,
CMW,
Morten Harket,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Todd Rundgren,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Byrd,
Cal Tjader,
Amon Düül II,
Lightning Bolt,
Basic Channel,
Babytalk,
Vladislav Delay,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.