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 Israel and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '50s 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 MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sonny Sharrock,
Throbbing Gristle,
Panda Bear,
Niagra,
Joensuu 1685,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Star Department,
Gregory Isaacs,
Liliput,
The Last Poets,
Electric Prunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
AZ,
Ornette Coleman,
Model 500,
Man Parrish,
Aural Exciters,
The Dead C,
Khruangbin,
Rosa Yemen,
Faraquet,
Radiohead,
The Cramps,
Isaac Hayes,
Erasure,
Nirvana,
Stiv Bators,
Neil Young,
The Fall,
Gang Starr,
Loose Ends,
Adolescents,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Negative Approach,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Selecter,
DNA,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aaron Thompson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
Nik Kershaw,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Lydon,
Buzzcocks,
Yazoo,
Infiniti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.