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 Finland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 Blake Baxter to the techno 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
The Divine Comedy,
the Association,
Dark Day,
Agitation Free,
One Last Wish,
The Wake,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yellowson,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Al Stewart,
James White and The Blacks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Dolphy,
Mark Hollis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quadrant,
Vainqueur,
Hashim,
Roxette,
Tears for Fears,
Faust,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Freddie Wadling,
The Associates,
UT,
Television Personalities,
Television,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jerry's Kids,
Tres Demented,
Alison Limerick,
Mandrill,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Womack,
Alice Coltrane,
Moebius,
Adolescents,
Fad Gadget,
The Monochrome Set,
John Holt,
The Gun Club,
The Modern Lovers,
Sugar Minott,
Bad Manners,
The Invisible,
JFA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
OOIOO,
Joey Negro,
Theoretical Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Lalann,
Country Teasers,
Masters at Work,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ossler,
David Bowie,
Half Japanese,
Patti Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.