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 Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Drexciya to the grime 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Bob Dylan,
Stetsasonic,
Johnny Clarke,
Amon Düül,
The Monochrome Set,
Ronnie Foster,
Fluxion,
Ultravox,
The Pop Group,
Henry Cow,
Drexciya,
The Modern Lovers,
Eddi Front,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Residents,
MDC,
The New Christs,
Don Cherry,
Desert Stars,
Black Flag,
U.S. Maple,
Connie Case,
The Cramps,
The Mummies,
The Smoke,
Yazoo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Siglo XX,
Easy Going,
Eden Ahbez,
Audionom,
New York Dolls,
Scion,
Metal Thangz,
Jandek,
Goldenarms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Green,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Foxx,
Deepchord,
Alice Coltrane,
Arab on Radar,
Essential Logic,
Susan Cadogan,
The Blackbyrds,
Ice-T,
KRS-One,
Funkadelic,
Brass Construction,
EPMD,
Pylon,
Dead Boys,
a-ha,
Radio Birdman,
Theoretical Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.